All Chapters of No Way to Win Me Back: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Celeste’s POVI froze in disbelief at the absolute nonsense Ryan was spouting. How could he accuse me of pushing him away for Damien when he was the one with the girlfriend?“I’ll take your silence as confirmation,” he said, voice hoarse.I spun around to face him, eyes flashing with anger and hurt.“Cut the crap Ryan. You’re the one who went off and got a new girlfriend a week after we slept together.” I said coldly. “I wish you happiness in your new relationship, but like I told you, I’m not looking for anything right now. Not with you and sure as hell not with Damien.”“Is that really how you feel?” He asked and something dark lurked within his voice. “Then why were you at the amusement park with Damien last night? You were walking around like one big happy family.”A shiver raced across my skin, and I narrowed my eyes with challenge and suspicion.“Are you seriously stalking me now?”I could see his anger bubbling below the surface, just waiting to snap. A twisted part of me want

Celeste’s POVI watched Julie and her butler leave in a daze. My heart glowed with joy. By some miracle, my career had been saved. Good things still happened, and for once, they were happening to me.Bill turned to me, and his arrogance and disdain vanished into thin air. He flashed me a fawning smile, sidling closer with glittering eyes. “I’m absolutely relieved that’s all cleared up.” He said, placing a hand over his chest. “From the moment we met, I’ve known you had a distinct and trustworthy character.”My mouth fell open. This man had just done a full one-eighty.Grace folded her arms over her chest. “So that eviction notice was a token of trust?” she asked, her tone scathing.“That was a simple misunderstanding.” He waved his hand with nonchalance. “I was only concerned that these untrue rumors and your damaged reputation would affect the property value. But all is well now that the truth is out.”“I don’t know about that, Bill. If your wife won’t even wear my jewelry, our r

Third-Person POVAfter chatting merrily and celebrating with champagne, Ryan carried the empty glasses to the sink. He fetched a mop and rolled up his shirt sleeves.“You ladies can go wash up first while I clean here,” he said, setting to work.“Oh, don’t mind us,” Grace said, smirking at Celeste, who’d been distracted by the sight of his forearms. “We’re just admiring your… hard work.”The designer flushed, mortified at being caught ogling her assistant. The slight veining in his toned arms was ridiculously hot. She nudged Grace with an elbow.“Not this again!” She complained hushedly. “I thought you were done with your teasing.”Grace smiled devilishly before calling. “Oh, Ryan, you missed a spot here.”Celeste snatched the mop from his hands and shoved it into Grace’s. She shot daggers at her business partner as she pushed Ryan towards the bathroom.“Actually, we’ve got this handled.” She said a little breathlessly. “Go clean up first.”“No, Celeste, you–” he started.But she cut

Damien’s POVI collapsed back into the armchair and stared up at the fitting room’s hanging lampshades with unseeing eyes. What kind of runt was I in that Vanessa thought she was my superior?The sound of sniffling snapped me back to the present.“Bon-Bon, come here.” I called, opening my arms.Her eyes were red as she wiped away her tears and leaned against my chest listlessly. Vanessa had been upsetting her more frequently, and it was making me lose my patience. Besides my daughter’s wellbeing, I needed her to be happy so she would choose me in the custody battle. If Celeste found a way to support herself financially, then Bonnie would be the last hold I’d have over.I couldn’t let my wife walk away from me forever.“Daddy, why is Auntie Vanessa so mean? My hands aren’t dirty, see?” she asked, holding up her palms. I gently pushed her hands down and wrapped her in a hug.“Vanessa has a little baby kicking inside her stomach. Wouldn’t that make you feel grumpy?” I asked, stroking

Celeste’s POV“What are you doing here? Looking for work as a sales assistant?” Vanessa asked, eyeing me up and down. “No offense, sweetie, but that skirt suit isn’t going to cut it. I don’t think you have the necessary fashion sense.”I rolled my eyes at her.Of course, someone in a gaudy haute couture gown would think a simple yet elegant outfit was a fashion nightmare. All because it didn’t cost a kidney to buy. “How did you find me, anyway?” she asked, glaring at me with a hand on her hip.“Maybe you shouldn’t post your whole life on social media if you don’t want people to find you.” Grace said patronizingly, as she walked in behind me. “It’s not supposed to be a diary.”Vanessa glared at her, hands balled into fists.“So you’ve opened a fake account to blame me for your failed career, and now what? You’re stalking me?” she asked, her eyes darting wildly between us.I tutted, shaking my head at her.“Sure, you could accuse me of registering a fake account.” I said with a mockin