Novel & Cerita Can't Win Me Back

Now that he no longer mattered to me, I had no reason to stick around. The moment fell quiet. Zayden did not say anything for a while. Then he finally picked up the agreement and asked, “Are you sure about this? You do know what it means if I get this fifteen percent, right?” “I do. I am doing it to get back at Jason!” This time, I said it plainly without hiding it. It was not just the betrayal that hurt. It was the fact that he teamed up with my own sister, Tessa, to deceive me.

She'd massage my temples after a long day, her fingers cool and sure. The relief was a phantom, fleeting. The pain returned with a vengeance, a white-hot spike behind my eyes. And with it, a raw, desperate craving—not for a massage, but for the simple, anchoring weight of her beside me. Just to hold her. To know she was there. My phone vibrated, shattering the silence. Mark. "Nate! You alive? Get down to the club. We're celebrating your inevitable victory!" Celebrating. The word was a grotesque joke, but it offered an escape hatch from the feelings strangling me in this house.

If she still reacted to me, even just a little, then I still had a hold on her. If there was still something left or anything at all, I would find it. And if there wasn’t? Then, I’d make sure there would be. I refused to believe that what we had could disappear that easily when I hadn't decided it was over. I would remind her of what we were. I was going to win her back. I had already lost too many things that should have been mine to Damon. I wasn’t about to lose Haliyah to him too. This had already become a competition in my mind.

"I think you need someone to talk to." Thank goodness he knows I really do need one. I've been thinking, cracking my brain on what to do, strategies to go in order to convince her to myself. How am I going to win her trust back after everything that happened? Will she trust me again? Will she give me a second chance? "You know, to win one's heart you have to give them reasons why you want them back. You can't just go ahead and drag them to yourself, it doesn't work that way, and it's definitely not as easy as you think."

I drag a hand down my face. No, that’s a lie. She did hesitate. I saw it. But she still said it. I zip the side pocket harder than I need to. I told her I wasn’t giving up. I told her I’d get her back. I said it like I had a plan. Truth is, I don’t. I don’t know how you win back someone who doesn’t trust you. I don’t know how you compete with your own stepbrother without looking pathetic. She’s with him. That’s what she said.

Strong arms lifted her, cradling her against a chest she had pushed away a thousand times. "Stay with me," Lucian commanded, his voice breaking in a way she had never heard before. "Don’t you dare die. Do you hear me? I won’t let you die. I don’t care if I have to defy fate itself — you’re not leaving. Not like this." But darkness was claiming her, dragging her down into an abyss of regret and pain. Her last coherent thought was a prayer, a desperate wish: If I could go back... if I could do it all differently... I would. I swear I would. Then there was nothing. ---

"After everything we’ve shared, you dismiss it all for him?" He clenched his fists, trembling. Then, suddenly, a shift. He relaxed, and his voice softened. "I’m sorry, I... I made a mistake, yes, but I’ll do everything it takes to win you back. We have eight years of history. That counts for something." I stared at him for a long moment. "Don’t bother. Trying to win me back would be a lost cause. I’ve moved on." I turned before he could say another word and walked away without a backward glance. I had expected seeing him would break me, but it didn’t.

"I don't know what to get you as a gift for your return, but I know you like flowers." "You actually don't have to." Sam brought the mic to his mouth, "Win, I was a fool to let you go once. That is not going to happen again. So I'm tying you up with me." Win didn't turn his mic off so no one could hear when he said, "Sam, what are you doing? We can talk things privately-" "We talked about things privately before, Win. But it still messed up what we had. I want to bring that back. I want to have you back, Win."

He gaped in shock. "You're both not in a relationship anymore. It's completely fine with me as I am pursuing her in a normal way. If you still have feelings for her, you can go ahead and profess to her. We can fight for her fair and square. Feel free to do your best to win her back. I will not interfere. "But you're coming to me now, asking me to back out and give you the chance? Mr. Landon, that's too demanding of you, isn't it?"

“We’ll have the wedding ceremony of your dreams, a monthlong honeymoon, and then we’ll come back home and live happily as a family of three.” I ripped my hand free, scowling. “You think you made an offer I can’t refuse, don’t you?” I asked, sipping my sparkling water as I watched the vein throb furiously in his forehead. Placing my glass down, I rested my chin on my knuckles. “You’re no prize, Damien.” I said, eyes flashing with contempt. “There’s nothing you could say or offer that will persuade me to take you back.” The warmth in his gaze turned to cold calculation as he withdrew his hand.