All Chapters of No Way to Win Me Back: Chapter 351 - Chapter 360

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Chapter Three Hundred and Fifty-One

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

Chapter Three Hundred and Fifty-Two

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

Chapter Three Hundred and Fifty-Three

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

Chapter Three Hundred and Fifty-Four

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

Chapter Three Hundred and Fifty-Five

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

Chapter Three Hundred and Fifty-Six

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

Chapter Three Hundred and Fifty-Seven

Bonnie’s POVI don’t like mornings anymore.They used to be fun. Daddy would carry me downstairs like a princess, and Vanessa would kiss my cheek and call me her “little star.”Now everything is different.Everything is loud and messy and stupid because Atlas cries all the time, and when he cries, Vanessa acts like I don’t even exist.Today she didn’t even look at me. Not once. She was too busy holding Atlas like he was made of gold and diamonds.His hair is soft and shiny, and everyone keeps saying how pretty he is. But I’m pretty too. No one said it today.Daddy rushed me through breakfast because we were late.When I tried to tell him my shoe felt weird, he said, “Bonnie, not now, sweetheart.”He didn’t even check. He always checks.I wanted to throw my bowl. I didn’t, though. Daddy gets tired faster now, and his eyes look heavy.Maybe Atlas stole his sleep. Maybe babies do that.When we got to school, Daddy barely walked me to the gate. He just squeezed my shoulder and said, “Have

Chapter Three Hundred and Fifty-Eight

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

Chapter Three Hundred and Fifty-Nine

Molly’s POVI liked mornings the best.Because in the morning, Aunt Celeste always hugged me before school. She smelled like vanilla and the shiny polish she used on jewelry, and when she squeezed me, it felt like my heart got warmer, like a little candle lighting up.And Uncle Ry-ry carried my backpack even though I told him I could do it.He always said, “You’re strong, Mol, but let me take care of you too.”Nobody ever said that to me before them.Not Mama Vivian. Not Papa Steven.They always said, “Not now, Molly, we’re busy.”I used to think maybe I was too much… or too loud… or too little for them to love properly.But Aunt Celeste and Uncle Ry-ry made me feel like I was just enough.So when Bonnie stood in front of me in the school hallway that morning, arms crossed, chin high, and said loudly:“You’re just a street kid nobody wanted,”…I didn't feel small.My chest still hurt a little, but I didn't crumble the way she wanted me to.I held my lunchbox tighter. The one Aunt Celes

Chapter Three Hundred and Sixty

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

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