Can T Win Her Back Novels & Stories

“She won’t win.” He looked at me then,really looked. His wife. His shield. His fight. “She won’t,” he said again. Firmer. Angrier. “Because she’s already lost the one thing she’ll never get back.” “What’s that?” “You.”

he stiffened. “As what? Her man? Her fiance? Her bodyguard?” I seethed. “The last time I checked, you made her suffer!” Jackson bellowed. “And you watched her suffer! What does that make you?” I flinched. “Do you think you are any better than me?” I snarled. “I’m here to win back her heart. So back off,” I spat. “You’ve been there with her once, Michael. You lost your chances,” Jackson lashed.

“I don't understand.” She flashed back to the beginning of their marriage. The laughter. The promises. The little things Daniel used to do. She remembered how he would hold her hand in public. How he used to look at her as though she was the only woman in the room. “When did I become someone he couldn't stand?”

“I need you to find out which hospital Xander took Matty to. Get proof they were both there. I want solid evidence that she didn’t attend the event.” “Got it,” she replied, excited in her voice. “But are you okay going to the Tri Hotel alone?” “Don’t worry about me. Matty’s assistant will be there,” I said, though I wasn’t exactly thrilled about it. She sighed but didn’t argue. “I’m going to take back everything I lost,” I told her, my voice fierce with conviction. “And when I rise again, I’ll ensure they feel every ounce of the fall.” “Wait—are you going back to modeling?” she asked, stunned.

I just know: this has to be flawless. Or I’m done. And Brianna will win. Again. So I close my eyes. And I play. —*

"Lucas, I don't care anymore. Don’t you get it?... Please leave before I call security." Lucas didn’t move immediately. He just stared, as if searching for something in my expression. As though desperately seeking to see a sign that I still loved him. It reminded me of my desperation to see a flicker of love in his eyes three years ago. Then, finally, he nodded, shoving his hands deeper into his pockets. I could see his struggle, but I didn't care. “This isn’t over. You are mine, Elena, and I will do all in my power to win you back,” he murmured.

“You want it to be temporary?” “Of course not,” I said without hesitation. From the day I saw Charlotte again, Harvey knew I wanted her back. If anything, he knew before I even saw her again. “I want her back. I’ve wanted her back since the day I realized what a fucking idiot I was.” I just didn’t know how to get her back or if I’d even be able to. She was entertaining me at the moment, but that was because she was on break. What would happen when she was ready to go back? I needed to win her back before next year.

It was the fear of losing her. I walked toward the window. The city was glowing. Neon and orange and humming with life. The kind of view you could lose yourself in. I remembered her. The way she had looked back. The fire in her voice. The sadness in her eyes. I’d done that to her. I had broken her to the point where no matter what I did it wasn’t working. And the worst part? I couldn’t change the past. I didn’t know what to do yet. Didn’t know how to change things. But I knew one thing: I couldn’t lose her again. Not like this. Not when I’d just realized she was everything.

Hill said weakly, "If you want to restore your reputation and prove your innocence, there's only one way: break up with Victoria completely." Nathan was like being stung by a wasp, and his eagle - like eyes shrank.

Her desperation clawed at his heart, her broken plea shattering the last semblance of composure he had. Edward’s throat tightened, but he held her gaze. “Rebecca,” he whispered, his voice thick with restrained emotion. “I can’t bring him back. No one can. But I promise you this—we will find out who’s behind this. We’ll get justice for your father. But right now, your mother needs you. She’s barely holding on.”