All Chapters of No Way to Win Me Back: Chapter 351 - Chapter 355

Ryan’s POVRumors spread through the jewelry industry like wildfire, no, like gasoline poured over a spark and left to burn without mercy.By the time I reached my apartment, my phone was vibrating nonstop: messages from colleagues, designers, old investors, even journalists pretending to “check in.”Did you really confront Maximilian?Is it true Crown Luxe kicked you out?Are you stepping down as heir?Did Rosemary cause it?That last one nearly made me shatter my phone.None of the rumors were accurate. None of them were calm.And yet, all of them had the same beating heart: Maximilian Edward’s empire had cracked, publicly, for the first time in years, and people were hungry for the spectacle.I should have been used to this. I grew up in these boardroom shadows, in these circles where power leaked through whispers long before it reached the light.But hearing my name woven into it… seeing Celeste dragged into it…It churned something ugly inside me.I had barely taken two steps towa

Celeste’s POVI didn’t realize how long it had been since I’d felt… settled.Like my bones had finally stopped shaking after weeks of holding myself upright through sheer will. Like my spine had remembered what it meant to be supported instead of braced for impact.The chaos Maximilian brought into our lives had left cracks everywhere, in me, in Ryan, in the delicate rhythm we’d been building.For days afterward, I walked through Rosemary with the strange sensation that my chest had been hollowed out and slowly refilled with something softer, something gentler.Every hour felt like a small recalibration to the truth we’d finally stopped running from.We had chosen each other. And we were learning how to rest in that choice.My recovery came in tiny, almost invisible shifts.Sleeping through the night without waking in panic. Eating meals without forcing myself. Letting my shoulders drop when Ryan’s fingers brushed mine in passing. Every time he touched me, even casually, something insi

Vanessa’s POVI knew the moment he did it.Damien thought he was discreet, slipping out in the evening, pretending he was “dropping off paperwork,” coming back smelling faintly of antiseptic and guilt.But I’ve lived my entire life reading men like him, watching for the slightest twitch, the smallest inconsistency.By the time he climbed into bed that night, stiff and restless, I already knew what he had done.He sent Atlas’s sample for a paternity test.My son.And the fury that surged through me was cold. I didn’t flinch. I didn’t scream. I didn’t even breathe differently.Instead, I smiled faintly in the dark and whispered, “Long day?”He murmured something. I didn’t care.He had doubted me. After everything, the humiliation I endured to be by his side, the way I rebuilt myself and our future after Celeste, the sacrifices I made without ever complaining, he doubted me.It was true that Atlas wasn’t his, but why was Damien even suspecting it?I should have expected it. Men like Damie