Can't Win Me Back Novels & Stories

“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.”

She looked at him, and her expression immediately turned cold. Win her back? “If that’s what you’re planning, save your energy. Once I’m done with someone, I don’t go back.” Evan’s chest tightened. He knew. He had always known exactly what kind of person Stella was. He also knew that once he lost her, getting her back would be nearly impossible. Back in Harbor City, she had still screamed and fought with him. Now, convincing her to turn around and choose him again would be far harder. “What am I supposed to do, then?” Evan asked. “Because I’m going to win you back.”

And if she never forgives me I’d be fine. But my child would grow up to know me. I had lost Elara once. And I’d be damned if I lost this baby as well.

“What can I do, Austin? I've been looking for evidences to bring him down but they aren't solid enough. I will just get married and pull out with a divorce after a few months. "Just like that Liv?" “It’s not that simple, Austin." “Maybe not, but you shouldn’t have to just sit there and take it.” “I don’t just sit there and take it.” My voice had an edge now. “I’ve been fighting for a while, Austin. But sometimes… sometimes you lose. And Ryan? He’s made sure I lose every time." Austin’s jaw tightened. “That’s not how this should end.” I let out a bitter laugh. “You think I don’t know that? I just have to let him win now and strike later when he is relaxed.""

Lloyd, my younger brother, isn't interested in baseball either. Now Fenella, the girl I thought would always support me, also doesn't seem to care much about me. The disappointment accumulated again with my consecutive losses and my failure to make it onto the major team this year. "Well, maybe you're right." I suddenly felt a strange sensation in my tongue. "Good then. You don't need to come anymore. Your shouts while selling were so distracting that we kept losing every time you came." Right after I said that, the Major Boston team managed to score the deciding point. The game ended immediately with Boston's victory. I stood up abruptly.

As if trapped in an invisible prison, he remained rooted to the spot as he told me, "Ms. Ingram, you can hate me." The second half of his statement had been too soft, and I'd forgotten it for too long. Now it suddenly thundered in my mind like lightning. He'd said, "But you will eventually return to me." Yes, I had ultimately returned from Westbrook to Northbrook. I was back to face the person I had wanted to escape since my youth. His love was just too intense, too direct, yet too rigid. I now frowned deeply with my lips pressed together, unsure of what to say.

After Thomas had betrayed her and refused to pay her back the money he had used to save his company, her company had suffered a huge loss. Just like Maia said, the damage kept getting worse day by day and without new investments, it would be hard to bring it back up. That was why she needed the trust fund as soon as possible to mend the dents. She had no plans in using Henry’s connections to save the company her father left for her. “Don’t worry about that. I won’t let Robinson die just like this.” Anaya vowed with determination and Maia left to return to work. Her phone rang and she took it out of her purse only to freeze when she saw the caller ID. It was Thomas. But why was he calling? Ha

I had spent months believing her silence was a currency she was hiding from my desk, but watching her smile at the international partners while she told me I had never existed in her world shattered my calculations entirely. Had I left Velmora, torn my company out of the ground, and rebuilt my entire life on this coastline, chasing a woman who was never her at all? The uncertainty hit my chest like a physical blow, a cold weight behind my teeth that stripped away years of absolute certainty in the space of a single breath. I finally turned the ignition key, the engine roaring to life against the stone walls of the bay. I drove without remembering a single turn, except I didn't go home. I wen

In the article, Merry attempted to portray herself as a mistreated wife while throwing subtle jabs at a foreign businesswoman who had recently arrived from Europe. A thin, cold smile curved across my lips. Merry was still using her old, cheap tactic: playing the victim in public to secure her position. In the past, that tactic had succeeded in making Kael's family and the public look down on me. But now, it was nothing short of ridiculous.

“No. That was different.” “Then this girl… does she love you back?” I knew he was talking about Lena but I didn’t want him to know it was Mira. “I don’t know,” I answered truthfully. “I think she did--I’m just not sure anymore.” He nodded. “Then win her back, but do it after you win yourself.” “What if it’s too late?” “It’s only too late when you give up.” I mulled that over. He had a good point. Maybe there was still hope.