All Chapters of No Way to Win Me Back: Chapter 301 - Chapter 310

Damien’s POVI don’t think anything could have prepared me for the sight of the tiny bundle in Vanessa’s arms, red-faced, blinking, his little fists curled tight like he was already ready to take on the world.My world. My son.The moment I got close enough to really look, something inside me lurched. The kid didn’t look like me. At all. Not a trace of my eyes, my jaw, my hair, my nose, hell, not even Vanessa’s features were there.But babies change. Everyone said that. Newborns looked like wrinkled potatoes anyway. They grew into their faces later.Vanessa stroked the baby’s cheek and lifted her chin with this regal air she’s adopted lately. “I’ve given you a son, Damien,” she said, almost ceremonially, like she was expecting a crown or a parade. “From now on, I expect to be treated with the utmost respect.”Respect. I swallowed. God, that word sting more than it should. Celeste had asked for respect too, begged for it, in her quiet way, before she stopped asking entirely.I shoved th

Celeste’s POVWhen Chairman Liu stepped into Rosemary Atelier, a hush well because what was he doing here?I was stacking documents on the counter when I saw him come in.I didn’t let the shock freeze me and immediately approached him.“Chairman Liu? This is a surprise.”“Ms. Sinclair,” he said, offering a polite bow of the head. “Do you have a moment? I have to talk about something important.”I turned, smoothing my blouse automatically. “Of course, Chairman Liu.”He smiled, but with a thin line of tension just at the corners of his mouth.Liu Wenqian was a serious person but from what I remembered from the award ceremony, he was also a bit easy-going.I was still nervous as I walked him to the conference room and we took our seats.“I wanted to personally congratulate you again,” he said. “Your work was… extraordinary. Truly deserving of the award.”“Thank you,” I replied softly, still not fully used to the praise. “It means a lot.”“There is something else,” he continued, lowering h

Damien’s POVI saw them the moment they stepped out of the car, Celeste holding the kid’s backpack in one hand, as the said child, a little girl, skipped beside her with a bright smile on her face.Celeste was not like this with Bonnie.It was a punch straight to the gut.After what happened with Vanessa a week ago, how she’d hurl the glass and hurt Bonnie in the process couldn’t leave my mind.Fortunately the cut wasn’t deep enough that she needed stitches and scars, but still, she shouldn’t have gotten hurt in the first place.I felt like it was all my fault.So this was why I found myself coming here, to Celeste, on a freaking Sunday.I had thought about sending her a message. Something along the lines of We need to talk. We should fix things. We were a family once.But I knew she’d ignore every single one.So when she appeared, I stepped out.“Celeste,” I called, forcing a smile that felt stiff on my face. “Finally.”She froze mid-step. The child instantly grabbed her shirt, hiding

Celeste’s POVBy the time I drove back to Rosemary, evening had settled, a soft, smoky blue pressed against the studio windows, turning everything inside a muted gold.Ryan was already waiting for me in the studio, sitting on the couch, elbows on his knees, posture stiff in that way it always was when he sensed something was wrong before I even spoke.I closed the studio door behind me and exhaled. “I need to tell you something.”His head snapped up. Those jade-green eyes locked onto mine instantly, searching. “What happened?”I crossed the room and sat beside him, close enough that our knees brushed.The warmth of him steadied me, but only slightly. I told him everything, word for word, what Dr. Farinelli had said. How he’d hesitated. How he’d called Nicholas complicated. How he’d told me to look into his past.When I finished, Ryan’s jaw had tightened enough to turn his cheekbones sharp. “He’s hiding something,” he said quietly.“Yes,” I whispered. “And I’m done pretending he’s just

Celeste’s POVThe file arrived on a dull gray Tuesday morning, the kind of morning where even the sunlight felt unsure of itself.I was in my office, pacing between my desk and the drafting table, trying to make sense of my schedule. The exhibition plans were a mess, and my mother hadn’t returned a single call since the weekend. My nerves were already frayed thin.Jenny used to handle half of this chaos. Now Rachel was juggling marketing on top of production updates, and the whole place felt one thread-pull away from unraveling.So when the PI Ryan had hired emailed: “We found Nicholas Grant’s original identity. Hard copy sent. Arriving in minutes.”My heart skipped a beat. I stared at the message, unable to breathe.I didn’t know that the envelope had already reached the front desk.I didn’t know Ryan had accepted it.I didn’t know he was standing right outside my door until he knocked once, almost hesitant, and stepped inside.His face told me everything.“Celeste,” he said quietly,