All Chapters of No Way to Win Me Back: Chapter 371 - Chapter 380

Celeste’s POVThe shrill ring of my phone tore me from a half-dream, my chest tightening before I even looked at the screen. The name flashing across it was Damien. My stomach dropped.“Celeste… we can’t find Bonnie,” his voice came, frazzled, panicked, and raw. “She’s… she’s just gone. I’ve looked everywhere, and no one’s seen her. She’s been gone for over two hours.”I sat up so fast I nearly hit the headboard. “What do you mean, gone? Have you called anyone? The neighbors, her friends?”My voice was sharp, adrenaline already coursing through me.“I’ve called, I’ve searched, I—” His voice broke, frustration mingled with fear. “I don’t know where she could be.”A hand instinctively went to my chest. “Okay. I’m coming. I’ll start looking immediately.”Ryan stirred beside me, blinking blearily at the dim light of the bedroom.“Celeste…?” His voice was groggy, husky, still caught between sleep and awareness.“Bonnie’s missing,” I said, voice taut. “I have to go find her.”He was awake in

Ryan’s POVI don’t remember the last time I felt this kind of dread.Maybe the night my mother died. Maybe every night after that. But tonight… Tonight it has Bonnie’s name on it.The moment Celeste hung up with Damien, I grabbed my jacket and keys. Molly was still half-asleep when I scooped her up and drove her to Claire’s. By the time I got back outside, the city felt like a maze made only of shadows and panic.Two hours missing.A child.A child who had been breaking for weeks under the wrong kind of attention, the wrong kind of love, the wrong kind of home.I couldn’t stop picturing her small face, angry, stubborn, trying so hard to be what Vanessa shaped her into. And now… alone.God.I drove every route between Damien’s mansion and the school, checked every bus stop, every corner store, every patch of park where kids sometimes waited for rides that never came.Nothing.I called every contact I had in private security, had three people sweeping the area within half an hour, and st

Celeste’s POVBy the third morning, Bonnie’s fever holds steady. She’s still weak, still clinging to Molly’s hand as if it’s the only safe thing in the world, but she’s stable. And that, for now, is enough.I sit on the edge of the couch where she’s curled under a blanket. Her lashes are damp from sleep, her breathing shallow but even.I brush her hair back one last time and kiss her forehead.“Mom,” I call softly toward the kitchen. “Could you stay with her for a few hours? I need to go into the Atelier.”My mother turns, wearing her apron and that look, half concern, half gentle scolding.“Of course I’ll stay. You go. But don’t push yourself, Celeste. You’re stretched thin.”“I know,” I whisper, though I’m not sure I believe it. “Thank you.”She squeezes my arm, and somehow it steadies me more than I’d like to admit.At Rosemary, the air is humming.The moment I step off the elevator, I see Rachel bent over a tray of stones, loupe pressed to her eye, eyebrows drawn in concentration.

Celeste’s POVI never thought the quiet hum of Rosemary Atelier could feel so suffocating at night, but as I stood beside Ryan in the dim glow of the task lamps, waiting for his tech guy to finish setting up, it felt like the whole building was holding its breath.Maybe I was too.“Give me ten minutes,” the man said, already hunched over the main console. “If there’s anything the system didn’t overwrite, I’ll find it.”I nodded and folded my arms, more to keep myself together than to keep warmIt had already been a brutal day, trying to keep up a calm, normal face for Bonnie while my insides twisted like vines, but this was the part of the night that made everything feel heavier.Because if the footage proved what we suspected, then we were about to break Grace’s heart in a way she didn’t deserve.Ryan stood a little behind me, arms crossed, jaw tight, watching the tech guy work like he wanted to personally throttle the computer into confessing.He always carried his anger with discipl

Vanessa’s POVDamien slammed the bedroom door so hard the walls shuddered.I stood in the center of the room with my arms crossed, forcing myself not to flinch. If I flinched, he’d think he’d won.“You’re being ridiculous,” I said, keeping my voice clipped, cool, as if I wasn’t one breath away from snapping. “If Bonnie wants to stay with Celeste, then let her. She clearly prefers it.”His head whipped toward me, eyes blazing. “She’s my daughter.”“And?” I arched a brow. “She ran away, Damien. She chose Celeste. Maybe that tells you something.”“That tells me she’s hurt,” he shot back. “And that she needs me. I don’t care where she is, I need to see her. I need to see my daughter’s little face.”His voice cracked on the last word.Pathetic.But I didn’t say that. Not when he looked like a kicked dog, humiliated, furious, grieving all at once.Bonnie had always been his soft spot, the one blind angle where logic died. He couldn’t see how much easier everything would be if he just… let he