Can T Win Her Back Novels & Stories

I would win her back. It wouldn’t be easy. The man she was seeing had the advantage now, he had been there when she was vulnerable, when I had left her alone. But I knew Tiana. I knew her heart. She had loved me once, deeply. That kind of love didn’t just vanish overnight, no matter how badly I had screwed up. I could remind her of the good times, of the vows we made. I could change. Become the man she had always wanted me to be.

My parting insult must have struck a nerve, because Hunter immediately took to our massive shared group chat to blast the news to every wealthy socialite and heir we knew. Hunter: [Debbie is playing the divorce card again. I told her she'd never actually leave Laurent, and that if she did, I'd be her dog. [She had the nerve to tell me even dogs don't want me! I'm running the books now: I bet she will come crawling back home within three days.] The chat blew up instantly. They immediately began placing extravagant wagers on when I would return. Some bet a week, others half a month, and some a full month.

But before I could pull myself together and do anything, she grabbed her bags from the counter and bolted. “When did she get back? Could Mr. Miguel…” “No!” I cut him off before he could say something stupid. “Miguel’s fine. I saw him last night.” “Then what’s she doing here after five years?” Bruno looked at me with a guilty expression. He’d helped me break her heart back then and had witnessed my suffering all these years without my girl. “I have no idea. But if anyone knows why she’s back in town, it’s Bianca.”

He leaned back, wincing slightly from the pain but smirking all the same. “Let's just say my woman is pretty unique and strong-willed. And I deserve it. I fucked up. Bad. And when she finally got a shot— she took it with style and made sure I bled for every fucking scar I gave her. Health issues, safety issues, then I pissed her off, so she went abroad, and then she was upset because of all the drama that was happening in my life. But now, finally, she's back. Mark my words, I’ll win my woman back. I’ll get my family back. I swear it on my goddamn life.” Damon declared, eyeing all three men.

She’d return to him, whether she wanted to or not. He sped out of the parking lot, needing to clear his head. Rest first—that was the plan. His mind was racing with ways to win her back. “Tame” wasn’t in his vocabulary, but maybe now was the time to learn it. Only Sadboy had spoken to him with any sense earlier. And he was right—he just had to win her over again. He could feel it in the way she looked at him. There was still something there, even if she couldn’t admit it.

she said and she stood up, but she didn't take a step as my words stopped her. “I'm serious, Cassie, my ex-wife is back, I want to try and...” “And win her back? Are you listening to yourself, Damian? You're telling me to my face that you want to win another woman's heart?” She used her pointing finger to point at me. “Cass, you know me and you can never work, we've tried, but...” “But nothing, no one is leaving this relationship,” she sidestepped. “I think you're not understanding me. Cassie, Sierra is back, and...”

“Yes. Look, I’m not happy because Fatima is special. I don’t ever want to lose her.” “You already lost her.” “It’s not too late. I have a lifetime to win her back.” “That’s why you came here, to tell me you will win back my wife?” Ian’s voice turned to anger. “You’ve got some guts, huh? Knowing what I’m capable of?” “No. I didn’t come to say that. All I’m saying is… it might be that I lost her now, but it doesn’t mean I’ll stop trying. I will get her back. Like the white men say, may the best man win.”

“I will not give up trying to win you back, Val. I got you by force before and by purchasing you with a large amount of money, but this time, I will use love and effort to have you back.” “Give up because you can never have me back.” I sighed heavily, walking away to the comfort room where I could change clothes.

"How?" "By leaving me alone." "I can't leave you alone." "Why not?" "Because I can't lose you again." "You already lost me." "I can win you back." "No, you can't." "Yes, I can." "Christian, there's nothing left to win back." "There's everything to win back." "There's nothing." "There's our love." "We don't have love anymore." "Yes, we do." "No, we don't." "Jane, what about the baby?"

“There’s nothing left. Just ashes. You think he’s sitting around waiting for your grand return? He got married, Nat. He built a life that doesn’t include you.” I exhaled, jaw tight. “I’m not going to beg him to take me back. I just need to go back to where it all started." “No,” she said, voice low. “You need to win. You need to prove that no matter how far he’s moved on, you’re still the girl he’ll never forget.” I didn’t deny it. Because maybe, just maybe… she was right. I turned back to the suitcase and zipped it closed. “I don’t need your permission.”