Semua Bab No Way to Win Me Back: Bab 351 - Bab 360

Celeste’s POVI had been worried about Ryan for days. Truly, painfully worried in a way that lived under my ribs like a bruise.Ever since he had gone to confront Maximilian, the fear had lodged itself in me and refused to ease.I knew what it must have taken for him to stand against a man like his father. The weight of history.And he still chose me.He chose us.Every time I replayed that truth, something inside me tightened with awe and broke with guilt all at once.So when he suggested we go up to the rooftop of Rosemary for some air, I didn’t hesitate.That rooftop had always been ours. Just our quiet place above the chaos, the place where he listened more closely than anyone ever had, the place where I first let myself believe I could want him.Tonight, the sky was a soft, dusky lavender.A breeze carried the faintest scent of rain and city stone.The lights of the building’s terrace flickered gently, warm and familiar. My heart eased as soon as we stepped out.Ryan walked beside

Damien’s POVI used to think I understood my own house.The rhythms, the sounds, the roles we each played, Bonnie tugging at my pant leg every morning asking if she could have jam or honey on her toast, Vanessa adjusting her lipstick while cooing at the baby, me straddling the line between protector and provider.But lately, nothing felt balanced. Everything felt… tilted.And today was the first time I let myself admit it.I walked into the living room that morning and found Bonnie standing near the sofa, shoulders stiff, fingers twisting the hem of her shirt.Across from her, Vanessa cradled Atlas, humming softly, completely absorbed in the tiny bundle she rocked.Bonnie said quietly, “I want breakfast.”Vanessa didn’t even glance up. “You’re old enough to get it yourself, Bonnie.”Her tone wasn’t cruel, exactly, it was worse. It was dismissive. Indifferent.Bonnie’s mouth trembled. She wasn’t used to that tone from Vanessa. She wasn’t used to competing for affection at all.I stepped

Celeste’s POVI always loved school mornings but lately they carried a different kind of warmth.A steadiness. A rhythm that belonged to the three of us.Ryan took Molly’s backpack from her little arms like he always did, slinging it over his shoulder even though it was almost comically small on him.Molly trotted between us, humming under her breath, holding both our hands.And for the first time in years, I felt the shape of something I never thought I’d have again.A family.When we stepped past the school gates, Molly leaned against Ryan’s side, and he ruffled her hair.She giggled, bright and unguarded, and my heart softened in my chest.The sight of them together did something to me every time, like a quiet promise settling into place.Then Damien’s car pulled up.I saw the exhaustion before he even opened the door. The stiff jaw, the dark circles, the irritated way he pushed his fingers through his hair.He looked like a man fraying at the edges, probably from newborn chaos, sle

Celeste’s POVI signed my name slowly, one clean stroke after another, watching the black ink settle into the parchment-colored paper like a commitment I could no longer take back.Rosemary Atelier was officially going to work with Beaumont International. A collaboration people in the industry would either applaud… or quietly wait to see crash and burn.“Congratulations, Ms. Sinclair.”Mr. Beaumont’s voice was smooth, diplomatic, the kind of tone that held confidence without ever showing its teeth. “We’re honored to seal this partnership.”I exhaled, offering him a composed smile. “The honor is mutual. Rosemary is ready.”We had spent the last two hours finalizing the last points, exclusivity clauses, shared creative rights, press schedules.An entire legal forest of language that could make or break the next chapter of Rosemary Atelier.And now it was done.A three-year collaboration. A winter capsule collection, fully co-branded, to be unveiled at the Beaumont Winter Gala, an event s

Molly’s POVI didn't like school anymore.It used to be easy. People used to listen when I talked.They used to look at me like I was special. Vanessa always said I was special. Well, she used to. Before Atlas came and took all her attention like a greedy little monster with his tiny hands and his stupid baby noises.Now when I tried to talk to her, she just said, “Not now, Bonnie, I’m feeding your brother,” or “Go play by yourself, Bonnie, I’m busy,” or “Don’t be clingy, Bonnie, you’re a big girl now.”But she didn't say that to Atlas. She never said he should take care of himself. She never said he was too big to need her.And Daddy was tired all the time and angry, so when I tried to talk, he just sighed and rubbed his forehead and said, “Later, sweetheart.”But “later” never came. So I thought… maybe if people at school treated me like I was important, it wouldn't matter what happened at home. But now… everything was wrong. It started at recess when I told Nora and Tilly that Molly