All Chapters of No Way to Win Me Back: Chapter 541 - Chapter 550

Celeste’s POVI accepted the International Jewelry Association’s offer with a steady hand and a quiet, private tremor that lived somewhere behind my ribs.Not because I doubted myself, but because I knew exactly what doors I was walking through, and who would be standing on the other side of them.The IJA head office occupied an entire historic building, all marble corridors and softened power. The kind of place where money didn’t shout; it hummed.When I arrived that morning, dressed in charcoal and ivory, Rosemary pinned discreetly to my lapel, I reminded myself to breathe like I belonged there.Because I did.The boardroom was long and oval, polished wood reflecting the muted light from tall windows. Nameplates were already arranged. I found mine easily.Celeste Sinclair.Honorary Board Member.I traced the edge of the card once with my thumb before sitting down.Maximilian Edwards was already there.He didn’t look up when I entered. He didn’t need to. His presence filled the room t

Ryan’s POVThe Edwards estate always felt colder when my father was angry.The house hadn’t changed, marble floors polished to a mirror shine, the same ancestral portraits lining the walls, the same carefully curated silence, but the air had weight now.It pressed against my chest as I walked into the sitting room, where Maximilian stood near the windows with a tumbler clenched in his hand.He didn’t look at me.“She’s sitting at the table now,” he said flatly, staring out at the gardens. “Did you know that?”I didn’t pretend to misunderstand. “Yes.”That earned me a sharp glance. His jaw was tight, the way it got when something had slipped beyond his control.“The International Jewelry Association was never meant to be a playground for sentimental gestures. Honorary positions. Compensation.” He scoffed. “They’re rewarding defiance.”“They’re acknowledging damage,” I replied. “Damage you helped cause.”His eyes flashed. “Watch your tone.”I almost laughed. Almost. Instead, I leaned aga

Celeste’s POVThe studio lights at Rosemary Atelier always felt harsher after midnight. They cast everything in clean, unforgiving lines, every flaw visible, every doubt amplified.I had stayed late because staying busy felt safer than going home early and letting my thoughts catch up with me. Vivian had Molly tonight. Grace had left early, claiming a headache and a need for quiet. I remembered teasing her about finally listening to her body.I wished I hadn’t.When I finally locked up and drove home, the city felt too still. Traffic lights blinked dutifully. Security guards nodded. Everything looked normal enough to lull someone else into calm. But I had learned the hard way that silence often came before impact.Grace’s shoes were by the door when I stepped into the apartment.That was the first thing that felt wrong.She never left them there. Grace was meticulous in small, quiet ways, shoes lined, keys always in the same ceramic bowl, bags hung, never dropped. I set my own bag down

Celeste’s POVI didn’t sleep.Not really. I lay on the couch in my office at Rosemary Atelier with my phone clutched in my hand, staring at the ceiling, counting breaths that never settled into anything close to rest.The city outside was still dark when I finally gave up and stood, pulling on a blazer that felt more like armor than clothing.By six in the morning, Rosemary was already awake.Rachel was at her bench, polishing with quiet determination. Jenny hovered near the coffee machine, jumping every time her phone buzzed. No one asked me if I’d slept. No one asked me if I was okay. They didn’t need to. My face must have answered all of that for me.By eight, Officer Raymond had checked in twice. No leads yet. No ransom demand. No sightings that could be confirmed.By nine, I made the call I had been avoiding.Leander Voss answered on the second ring. Laurent joined moments later, his voice calm in a way that immediately told me he already knew why I was calling.“Celeste,” Leander

Celeste’s POVRyan arrived like a rupture in reality.I heard him before I saw him, the screech of tires, the slam of a car door, his voice cutting through the night, raw and furious, shouting my name like it was the only thing tethering him to the ground.“Celeste!”I was still half-collapsed against the exterior wall of Rosemary Atelier, knees scraped, lungs burning, phone clutched in my shaking hand. I barely had time to turn before he was there, hands on my shoulders, scanning my face, my arms, my legs, as if cataloguing damage faster than his fear could catch up.“Are you hurt?” he demanded, voice tight, eyes wild.“I—” My throat closed. “Andre’s inside.”That was all it took.Ryan’s entire body changed. Something lethal and precise slid into place behind his eyes. He moved in front of me without thinking, one arm pushing me back as he reached for the door.“Ryan, wait—”Too late.The door burst open.Andre came at us like he’d been waiting for this moment, like the night had shar