All Chapters of No Way to Win Me Back: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Ryan’s POV“You’ve met my parents–they’d never accept me for who I am,” Michelle cried, voice hoarse. “So please, Ryan, don’t take this chance from me.”It hurt to see my friend in so much pain. She was right about Lisa and Robert Hughes, though. Each interaction with them was steeped in a sexist, outdated worldview–so of course homophobia was part of the package.“I understand your parents will have trouble accepting your truth, but going to this extreme to hide–”“I’ve been open with Katie about our fake relationship from the start, and she’s accepted it. What if Celeste would too?” There was a desperation in her eyes. “The only way for us both to be happy is to keep pretending.”“That’s no way to live.” I shook my head firmly. “But I’ll support you, Michelle. We can find another way t–”Her eyebrows knitted together with tension, and she cut me off, voice raised.“How will you keep Celeste safe if your father finds out we’ve orchestrated our breakup?” My Adam’s apple bobbed as I s

Celeste’s POVI drained my second cup of coffee and placed it on the conference room table with a clang.“Only two new orders since yesterday?” I asked, hoping I’d misheard Grace.But she simply drummed her fingers on the table and nodded.I flipped through the document Gideon had placed in front of me. In just twenty-four hours, our orders had plummeted, and we had racked up negative reviews on our website.The stress hit me harder this time around. It wasn’t just our financial security on the line anymore–we had an entire team who were counting on a paycheck at the end of the month.I snapped the papers shut and looked up to see Gideon lean over Grace to place her document neatly on the table in front of her. She stopped breathing.I watched her cheeks turn crimson as he stood back and sat beside her. How could she be so smitten so quickly? Sure, she had run the interviews, but it was only the second day since he’d been working with her.I wasn’t looking forward to the difficult co

Celeste’s POV“I don’t care if you stole my mommy since I threw her away first—she’s trash!”I tried to tell myself it didn’t hurt, that I didn’t care because Bonnie wasn’t my daughter anymore, but those words still stung like a dagger to the heart. Her mental state was worse than I could have imagined.“You can have her since your real mommy doesn’t love you!”She had become a monster.I glanced in the rearview mirror as Molly sniffled quietly. The sweet angel was so affected by Bonnie’s cruel words that it took nearly fifteen minutes for me to soothe her in the school’s parking lot. I was supposed to head back to the studio to finish up an order, but Molly’s sunken face pulled at my heartstrings. She needed tender care.Stopping the car outside a store, I twisted in my seat to face her.“What’s your favorite flavor of ice-cream, honey?” I asked with a wide smile.She perked up, blinking red-rimmed eyes. “Cookies and cream.”I shot Ryan a text to finish up the order and picked up the

Ryan’s POVMy father and Robert laughed like old friends, trading anecdotes and plotting their children’s futures. I listened apathetically as I drained my glass of white Burgundy.Vivian seized the first moment of silence that settled over our table when the servers brought more refreshments.“Michelle, how did the fundraiser you were organizing for your family’s foundation go?” “Oh, it was lovely. Our guests had a wonderful evening—we raised nearly double our target at the auction.” She spoke with demure pride, then shot a quick, searching glance at her parents. “It wasn’t easy to put together, but it was a success.”“From someone as capable as you? I wouldn’t expect anything less.” My sister-in-law smiled encouragingly.“We have so much while so many are suffering. Father lets me throw extravagant parties to raise money for struggling communities.” Michelle smiled graciously. “Nothing brings me more fulfillment.”There was a sparkle in her eyes when she finished speaking. For a mom

Celeste’s POVPeals of screams and laughter filled the air as our gigantic teacup spun. Molly had a death grip on my hand, but the unfiltered smile on her face told me she was having a blast.When the ride slowed, we climbed off breathlessly.“We still have time before the royal parade,” I said as we weaved through the bustle. “Do you want to go on another ride while we wait?” Molly nodded happily just as my eye caught a sign.“Or do you want a princess makeover?” Her big hazel eyes grew wide. “Can I really look like a princess?”I smiled and led her towards the fairy godmother’s boutique. The lady behind the counter smiled a greeting, and lifelike fairy wings made Molly’s mouth fall open.“Welcome, princesses,” she said whimsically. “Are you here for a magical transformation, or would you like to make an appointment for one of our royal packages?”“We don’t have an appointment. Do you have any slots available for today?”The hostess shook her head sympathetically. “I’m so sorry, but