Novel & Cerita Can't Win Me Back

she muttered, “is why we can’t afford to lose. Do you think people like Sandra will even look at me if we’re out of Richard’s orbit?” James Junior perched on the arm of a chair, scrolling through his phone. “Mom, you’re overthinking it.” “Am I?” Maria snapped. “Do you want to go back to living in that tiny apartment? To driving that… that junk we used to call a car? Because that’s where we’re headed if we don’t fix this.” James Senior walked in, shaking his head. “Darling, calm down.” “Don’t tell me to calm down!” she shouted, her voice breaking. “We’re losing everything, James. Everything! And Isabella—she’s letting it happen.”

Never…’’ I cracked a grin and moved my hands from where they were pressing against the wall on her lower back. The disappointment was enough to make me rethink my decision, but I was too stubborn to turn back on myself. I attempted to get her closer to me, but she resisted by arching her back. However, I was tall enough to lean over her. ‘‘I’ll fuck you when I’ve had some fun first. Oh, and Cynthia?’’ her chin lifted slightly when I spoke her name to meet my eyes. ‘‘I’ve got a new rule to this little game that you’re playing…’’

They’d twist the narrative and paint me as the bitter ex. No. That wasn’t going to happen. From this moment forward, I would reclaim everything they had stolen from me, piece by piece. I flinched slightly when Braun gently squeezed my hand. “You’re trembling,” he said softly. “What can I do to make you feel better?” I turned to him and got lost in the depths of his marbled gray eyes for a fleeting moment. There was no pity in them, only something deeper I couldn’t quite name. I offered a faint smile and shook my head. “Nothing, Mr. President. Please… don’t do anything.”

So why were they trying to ruin all my plans. I threw the phone on the table, and it bounced twice before hitting the ground. Brian picked the phone up and got into my face. “I don’t care whatever is going on with you. All I need is my money back. Don’t call me until you have the money for me.” He said and stood up, and I watched him walk out of the bar.

“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.

Thea frowned, "You don't regret losing me. You regret marrying Victoria and losing your promising future. You only realize now that even beloved person can be poisonous. Being with Victoria has ruined your reputation and left you with no way out. And finally, you understand that Victoria's love for you is not as simple and pure as my love for you. Her love is mixed with too many selfish interests. So you regret it, regret sacrificing true and precious love for her." "Unfortunately, the mosquito blood that you used to discard like worn-out shoes has become more radiant as time goes by. Not only have I become more confident and open-minded, but what's even more deadly is that I can also help y

Loving someone who didn’t love you back, who couldn’t love you back. I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms as I tried to suppress the sob that threatened to break free. How could I win him back? Could I even try? But I wasn’t the woman he loved. Gina was his world, not me. I was an impostor, someone wearing her face, someone with her memories. But not her.

I pleaded before finally opening it. He didn’t say anything yet and I yearned for him to do so. To say anything. Finally he smiled, “I just cant help but go back to what just happened. I missed it for so long and I really don’t care what I lose now. As long as I win you back. Whenever you’re ready to give us a shot, I’d be waiting but until then, I’ll keep trying”

“Why can’t you see that I need to do this? I need to fight back. I need to reclaim what’s mine.” “Because I don’t want to lose you!” he exclaimed, his voice cracking slightly. “I can’t stand the thought of losing you. Not to him, not to anyone.” The rawness of his words hit me like a blow. I took a step back, my heart aching. “You’re not going to lose me, if you understand me and you understand how you're feeling yourself because I don't understand you anymore, But I won’t let my past control me anymore. I’m stronger than you think.”

I knew exactly what he was trying to do. He was trying to reopen old wounds and drag me back into something I had fought so hard to escape. I wasn’t going to let him, not again. “Max…” “Stop,” I snapped, taking a step back as he tried to move closer. The distance between us felt necessary. “You don’t get to do this,” I continued, my voice rising slightly. “You don’t get to show up after three years and act like we can just talk things out.” “I’m not acting like that,” he shot back, frustration creeping into his tone now. “I just want five minutes…”