All Chapters of No Way to Win Me Back: Chapter 291 - Chapter 300

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Chapter Two Hundred and Ninety-One

Celeste’s POVEverything was a mess.The kind you couldn’t fix with a few late nights or clever planning.This was the kind that seeped into the walls, into the emails piling in my inbox, into the way people looked at me when I walked into Rosemary.Orders were plummeting and the media was vicious.Worst of all, even Ryan, who had nothing to do with any of this, was now being dragged into the storm.One headline actually read:“Did Celeste Sinclair manipulate her Heir assistant into devotion?”As if I’d ever needed to force Ryan into anything. As if that man hadn’t built his own path beside mine by choice, not compulsion.But the public liked their stories messy, dramatic, and cruel. And they were more than happy to twist the tragedy of Grace and me into a narrative where I was the villain pulling strings.I hadn’t slept properly in two days. I barely ate. Even Molly tiptoed around me, sensing the heaviness I carried like wet cloth clinging to my skin.And Grace…After taking the morni

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Chapter Two Hundred and Ninety-Two

Grace’s POVI don’t know what pushed me to take the test that night.Maybe the leftover sting of my argument with Celeste. Maybe the exhaustion sitting behind my eyes is like bruises. Or maybe it was the strange heaviness sitting low in my stomach for days.Whatever it was, I found myself in my bathroom, standing in the dim light with a pregnancy test clutched so tightly in my fist the plastic creaked.I shouldn’t have been shaking. I’d always been the strong one, the rational one, the one with plans and backup plans. But the moment the two undeniable lines appeared I felt something inside me collapse.Pregnant.My knees buckled and I sank onto the cold tile floor.A laugh slipped out, broken and breathless, because of all the things that had gone wrong this week… this was the one thing I hadn’t even imagined.My hands covered my face. Tears soaked through instantly.Pregnant.With Gideon’s child.For a long time, I just sat there, listening to myself breathe unevenly, letting the shoc

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Chapter Two Hundred and Ninety-Three

Celeste’s POVThe next morning, Grace just walked into my studio, her steps unnervingly even, and her expression unreadable.There was no lingering guilt from our last argument.“Grace?” I straightened in my chair, confused. “What’s going on?”She set a white envelope on my desk.My stomach tightened. “What is this?”Her voice was steady. “My resignation.”The words didn’t land at first. They hovered over me, suspended in the air, waiting for my brain to catch up.When they finally sank in, everything inside me lurched.“What?” My voice cracked. “Grace… no, what are you talking about?”“I’m leaving Rosemary,” she said simply, without any hint of a hesitation.It would’ve hurt less if she’d screamed. If she’d cried. If she’d said we needed space. But this calm, detached tone felt like being erased cleanly and quietly.My throat tightened painfully. “Grace, you can’t just—this is your home. Your work. We built this together.”A faint shadow passed over her face, too fast for me to deciph

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Chapter Two Hundred and Ninety-Four

Celeste’s POVI woke up before the alarm.Maybe it was nerves. Maybe it was exhaustion disguised as anticipation. Or maybe it was just the weight of the last few days pressing into my lungs before I was even fully conscious.But today wasn’t about me.It was Molly’s first day of school.She was already sitting on her bed when I walked in, her tiny backpack on her shoulders even though she was still in her pajamas. Her feet kicked nervously against the mattress.“You excited, sweetheart?” I asked softly.She nodded, but her little hands fidgeted. “What if I don’t make any friends?”Oh.I knelt in front of her and tucked a curl behind her ear. “Molly Edwards, listen to me.”Her big hazel eyes blinked up at me.“Friends aren’t made in one day. They’re made by being yourself. And you… you are the kindest, funniest little girl I know. Anyone would be lucky to be your friend.”She sat with that for a second, and then she whispered, “Okay.”On the way downstairs, Ryan was already waiting in t

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Chapter Two Hundred and Ninety-Five

Ryan’s POVIf someone had told me a year ago that I’d be splitting my days between leading Aurora’s expansion and holding together the woman I love while my own family empire rotted from the inside… I would’ve laughed.But here I was.Standing in Aurora’s American office, our newest acquisition, staring out at a conference room that would soon be filled with designers.But it had to wait until just the right moment.The laptop was open in front of me and I could see another conference room, much like this one, but in Belgium.Steven was at the head of the table, Vivian beside him.I forced my shoulders back before I started speaking.“Aurora’s future is secure,” I told the room. “Whatever’s happening in the industry right now, we stay focused. We don’t get pulled into politics.”A few designers nodded, others exchanged glances. They didn’t say it out loud, but I could see the worry in their eyes.It was all due to what was happening to Rosemary.The media was still on that story. And n

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Chapter Two Hundred and Ninety-Six

Celeste’s POVI should have felt excited.Today was the day the results of the International Jewelry Competition were finally being announced.The ballroom was buzzing, decorated with strings of light and glossy marble.Every jewelry house worth its name was present.But all I could feel were eyes. Watching. Whispering. Flicking over me like I was some scandalous headline made of flesh.Rachel moved closer to me. “People need something to talk about,” she murmured. “They’ll get bored.”“I wish they’d get bored now,” I muttered, tugging at the cuff of my sleeve.Ryan took my hand like he’d been waiting for that exact moment. “Ignore them. Stay close to me.”“I always stay close to you,” I whispered, grateful but tense.We started walking the perimeter. I wasn’t ready to stand in clusters of people who’d pretend they didn’t read every filthy comment about me. About us. The smear campaign had been brutal.Grace should have been here.Jenny should have been here.Instead, it was just the t

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Chapter Two Hundred and Ninety-Seven

Celeste’s POVEveryone began taking their seats as the lights softened over the grand ballroom.My palms were damp, but I kept them folded neatly in my lap, my expression calm, even bored, though my pulse beat hard under my collarbone.Ryan leaned close to whisper, “Whatever happens, I’m right beside you.”I gave him a small smile, but before I could answer, a familiar perfume drifted over us.Vanessa.She glided toward me like she already had a crown on her head, holding onto her belly gently.I would have been more soft-hearted if it was any other woman, pregnant or not, but this was Vanessa.She never let go of any opportunity to shoot me down.So now, I wouldn’t stop either.Her gown shimmered, and that smug little half-smile sat on her face as if she were doing me a favor by showing it.“Well,” she said, stopping directly in front of me, “I hope you’re ready.”“For what?” I asked, blinking up at her with feigned innocence.“For tonight,” she replied, her voice almost purring. “Thi

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Chapter Two Hundred and Ninety-Eight

Celeste’s POVI stepped down the last stair of the stage, still half-floating in disbelief, the award heavy in my hands, the applause echoing in my ears like a distant storm.Dr. Farinelli, one of the judges on the panel, intercepted me before I could reach Ryan or Rachel. His silver hair gleamed under the lights, his Italian accent warm, elegant.“Signorina Sinclair,” he said, offering his hand. “Magnifico. Truly. The way you cut the paraiba, cleanly, not relying on brilliance alone but on emotional geometry… it was bold.”I blinked, stunned. “Thank you. That means a lot.”“It was an exceptionally close decision,” he added, lowering his voice. “One of the closest we have ever had.” His eyes sparkled with something secretive. “Would you like to know who turned the tide at the last moment?”My breath hitched. “Yes… of course-”I didn’t get to finish.A sharp, shrill voice split through the congratulatory murmur around us.“You-”It was Vanessa.Every conversation in the immediate radius

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Chapter Two Hundred and Ninety-Nine

Celeste’s POVWhen they wheeled Vanessa out, the ballroom didn’t breathe for several seconds. People murmured, scattered, clutched their champagne glasses as if unsure whether to toast or mourn.The applause of my victory felt like a lifetime ago, swallowed by the echo of Vanessa’s screams.All I could feel was an ache in my chest. Not sympathy, not guilt, just the heavy, stunned exhaustion of witnessing something shatter in front of me.Ryan squeezed my hand. “You okay?”“I… don’t know,” I whispered.He stayed beside me while the crowd slowly dispersed, but my eyes scanned the room, searching.“I need to find Dr. Farinelli.”He frowned slightly. “Why?”I told him quietly, “He said he knew the judge, the one who turned the tide. He was about to tell me their name before… everything happened.”Ryan blinked. “You’re saying one person changed the whole decision?”“That’s what he said.”I scanned the room again. Judges mingled with designers. Photographers interviewed guests. But the one p

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Chapter Three Hundred

Ryan’s POVI felt awful.Just straight up sick.My father’s words replayed in my head the entire drive home, each repetition cutting deeper than the last.Traitor son.Time-pass lover.Fraud.Celeste had been quiet beside me, one hand on my thigh in that absent, grounding way she does when she can feel me spiraling.We had dropped Molly off with Claire for the night before the ceremony, thinking we’d come back late. I’d imagined celebrating with Celeste afterward, maybe kissing her until the world faded.Instead, I was replaying my father’s sneer like a bruise I kept pressing.By the time we stepped inside Celeste’s house, both of us were running on fumes. She kicked off her heels in the hallway and leaned her forehead against my chest with a soft sigh.“We’re not talking about him tonight,” she murmured.“Yeah,” I lied.But she had already slipped her hand into mine and guided me to her bedroom.We didn’t even try to pretend we were going to wash up or check emails or do anything remo

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