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

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Chapter Three Hundred and One

Celeste’s POVSomehow, Ryan and I had slept again after our… morning activities.When I woke up next, it was almost noon.Sunlight spilled through my curtains in soft, buttery stripes, brushing over the sheets tangled around our legs.For a few seconds, I simply lay there, listening to the steady rise and fall of his breath, feeling the weight of his arm draped over my waist, the warmth of his body pressed against mine.Ryan stirred then, breaking me out of my reverie. “You awake?”“Mm-hm,” I whispered.His voice was still gravel and morning, “Good. Because I’m starving.”I let out a small laugh. “You’re always starving.”He rolled onto his back and stretched, muscles shifting beneath the sheet, and yes, he knew exactly what he was doing. “Come on. Let’s make breakfast before I start eating the furniture.”“Fine.” I pulled the sheets up to my chest dramatically. “But you’re on eggs.”“And you’re on… looking adorable.” He winked, then stood, snagging his shirt from the floor.I threw a

Chapter Three Hundred and Two

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

Chapter Three Hundred and Three

Celeste’s POVI had never understood how a phone could feel heavier depending on the silence that followed it. That day, every time I lifted it, it felt like there was a weight pulling it down, as if even the device knew I wasn’t going to get what I was asking for.“Let me try again,” I said, even though Ryan’s pacing told me he’d rather I stop torturing myself.He paused mid-stride, one hand gripping the back of his neck, a gesture I had learned meant he was suppressing worry.“Celeste, you called multiple times just this morning. Not to mention it’s been three days and he’s still not available. Let me handle it.”“No,” I murmured, tapping the International Jewelry Association’s number again. “If there was an issue, I was the one who needed to know.”He had wanted to argue. I could feel it, like a shift in air pressure. But he stepped back and leaned on my desk instead, arms folded across his chest.His jade eyes were sharp, alert in that way he got when he thought someone was messin

Chapter Three Hundred and Four

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

Chapter Three Hundred and Five

Celeste’s POVBy Saturday morning, the world outside felt far away, just the soft scrape of my mother’s kettle, the distant hum of traffic, and the muffled sound of Molly humming to herself somewhere in the living room.I had crashed here the night before after a long week of meetings and calls with the International Jewelry Association, and something about waking up in my childhood home always made me feel both safe and slightly displaced.Like the version of me who used to live here was watching from the corners, wondering how life had gotten so complicated.Molly was curled on the rug, coloring quietly with a concentration that was unusual for her. She hadn’t said much since I picked her up from school yesterday.I sat down beside her. “You’re awfully serious for a Saturday.”Molly didn’t look up. “I’m just drawing.”“You didn’t say much when you came home yesterday,” I said gently. “Everything okay at school?”“Mm-hmm.”“Just ‘mm-hmm’?” I nudged her shoulder lightly. “Did something

Chapter Three Hundred and Six

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

Chapter Three Hundred and Seven

Celeste’s POVI stepped out of my apartment building on Monday morning with my heart already in my throat.The memory of Damien waiting for me here the evening before, cornering me right outside the glass doors, Molly standing behind me with wide, frightened eyes, still clung to me like smoke.I scanned the street automatically, searching for his shadow, his car, the shape of him leaning where he shouldn’t be.Nothing. Just the usual soft hum of the city waking up.Still, my chest wouldn’t loosen.I squeezed Molly’s hand as we walked toward the car. “Big day today,” I told her lightly, hoping she couldn’t hear the strain beneath it.She nodded, humming something under her breath, her little backpack bouncing with each step. She had recovered faster than I had from Damien’s outburst.When he’d spat that awful question, why I was walking around with another woman’s child when I had my own daughter, a darkness had swept through me so fast I saw myself shove him away.I didn’t. But I had w

Chapter Three Hundred and Eight

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

Chapter Three Hundred and Nine

Celeste’s POVBy Wednesday, everything felt slightly off-kilter, like the world had shifted half an inch to the left and I was the only one who noticed.Ryan was buried under work at Crown Luxe.Not just busy.Swamped. In a way I had never seen before.He kept getting calls at odd hours, excusing himself from rooms, leaving the office early.I’d ask him to come to the apartment to have dinner with Molly and me but he had to regrettably decline.And when I asked, gently, carefully, what was going on, he gave me that same quiet line every time.“When everything is taken care of,” he said one night as he shrugged into his coat, “you’ll know. I promise.”The words were soft, but the secrecy wrapped around them like iron.I nodded, because I trusted him. But something inside me tightened anyway.It wasn’t that I doubted his feelings. I felt his affection in every look, every touch, every lingering second he spent holding me before rushing out at the end of the day.The problem was the momen

Chapter Three Hundred and Ten

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,

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