Can't Win Me Back Novels & Stories

He must be furious! [Feels good! The spot's finally back where it belongs. First step in crushing that impostor's dream!] [Nice one, Horace! Dump the trashy troublemaker girl, go to the same university as the female lead, and take back everything that belongs to you. That's the real heir storyline!] I didn't say a word. Horace let out a deep breath, as if he was finally releasing all the frustration he had carried since being reborn. "Brian, I'm really sorry about this, but this admission spot was always supposed to be mine. Getting back what belongs to me feels pretty damn good. Without a top university on your record… What do you think you'll ever amount to?"

I need to use any tool at my disposal, because she will not make it easy to win her back. I hope she doesn’t think her stubbornness and a few ignored phone calls will convince me to leave her alone. If so, she should know me better than that. It's the hardest-won victories that are the most satisfying, and I always win. Caterina cannot escape me. She might think she has, but only because I let her believe she could.

Call Declined. I looked back up at Richard. A wide, victorious smile was spreading across his chapped lips. He thought he had won me back. He thought he had hooked me. "You got me, you bastard," I said.

Eight years after I left the country, I'm offered a fortune to come back. After a research symposium, I run into my ex-boyfriend, Ethan Grimsley. He proposes to me and asks me to give him another chance. My former colleagues from the research institute immediately start cheering, all of them waiting for me to burst into tears and say yes. After all, they remember how crazy I used to be about Ethan. Back then, there was nothing I wouldn't have done for him. Apparently, they've forgotten what happened eight years ago. At a project showcase, I proposed to Ethan in front of everyone, only for him to turn me down without a hint of emotion. And that wasn't all. To help Michelle Lindberg, some

he asked, his tone dripping with sarcasm and malice, his eyes glinting with triumph. I took a deep breath, my resolve firm. "I wasn't pleased with the situation before, but at some point, I considered giving up. However, I've found myself back in the game. I know you want to marry Electra and get one over on me. But here's the thing: I love her, and she's my priority. I'm getting back in this game, and I'm going to win her back. So, be ready," I said, my eyes locked on Maxwell's.

My fists clench painfully at my sides. Clearly, Nate and his precious mistress have underestimated me. “Just wait and see, Nate Hawthorne,” I mutter through clenched teeth, staring at his retreating back. “I’ll become a finalist. And I’ll prove every single one of you wrong.”

“I signed it. Can’t you give a loophole or something? I’ve heard that contracts are like witch spells. They usually have loopholes. There is something we can do. Right.” She sighed. “I’m sorry Camille, but you can’t get your way this time.” “No!” I yelled. “I can’t let him win. There has to be a way.” “What are you talking about? Who can’t you let win?” I sighed and shook my head. “So there really isn’t anything I can do right now?”

She also did not know that her parents already knew about everything she had done to me, things so vile that even animals would not do them. I let out a cold laugh but did not object. I was the one who had asked her mother to come back. I understood one thing clearly. The man I had become had no chance of escaping Gwyneth's grasp on his own. When she saw no reaction from me, she crouched in front of me. Her gaze softened as she looked at me. "Nick, I do love you. Once Bryan's situation is settled, I'll come back to you." Those words meant nothing to me now, even if she believed them at this moment. Bryan needed to say only a single word, and she would erase every promise she had ever made to

If it weren't for Jenna, he never would've lost me—his bride, the woman he loved more than anything. Jenna's face went from pale to purple and then to a sickening shade of blue as she struggled to breathe. Hans and a few others rushed in and peeled Raymond off her. "That's enough! Even if you kill her, Xyla's not coming back!" Raymond's hands fell away. Hans was right. The evidence of his betrayal, the wreckage of their relationship—it was all right in front of him. I would never forgive him, not in this lifetime. He didn't even remember how he got home. All he knew was that he needed to be back in the house that still carried traces of me.

If this truth surfaced, it could ruin everything—the company, his reputation, the carefully constructed life he’d built since losing Natalia. But beneath the fear was something else; it was a fragile hope, buried deep: maybe there was still a chance. A chance to reclaim what he’d lost. To be the father he’d never been. The door to his home office slid open quietly. His personal assistant, Clara, appeared, concern flickering across her face. “Mr. Carrington, you’ve been at this for hours. Maybe you should rest—” He shook his head. “Not tonight, Clara. There’s something I need to do first.”