Win You Over 소설 & 이야기

"That's why I ask for your help. I'm sure, you don't have to try so hard to get close to Vanilla anymore, she will melt easily on you." Nick smiled lopsidedly. "What's to my benefit?" "I'll give you a new sports car this year, you can choose the most expensive one." Nick spun the whiskey on the table, slowly. The corners of his lips lifted slightly. “I can buy it… along with the manufacturer. But, receiving a gift is fun.” Beck raised an eyebrow. "So, you ready?" "Yeah," Nick said. "But, there's no guarantee that Vanilla will come back to you."

“If you really want us to continue meeting, you’ve got to do better about our meeting place. That is, if you still want to win her over.” “Well, I don’t know how I’m supposed to win her over if you won’t use the one weapon we have against them!” I yelled. “They are getting closer. You saw them at that fashion show? How did it feel watching them together? Being all lovey-dovey with each other, how did it make you feel?”

Something devious. But I overcame it years later. It wasn’t until I began to develop the mindset of a winner that I began winning. My wins were small at first—insignificant, but I knew I was slowly getting there. Through my wit, through my sword, through my physical strength, I began to win a lot of battles. There wasn’t anything I set my eyes on that I failed at anymore. And when I set my eyes upon Oceane Augustin, my munchkin, I once again challenged myself to win.

Westin said in an offhand tone. That was huge! He would definitely win if he stuck around. Aurora gasped, “You are kidding! Then why did you walk away? You would have taken every penny out of Wendy’s pocket.” “Like I said,” Westin gave her a gentle smile. “I don’t like to keep you waiting. Not even for a second.” More sweet talk. This man really knew his way around women. “Plus…” Westin added, “If I win, she will want to offer me a kiss. I don’t want that. So it is better to lose some money and just walk away.”

However, Ophelia’s next words completely crushed her confidence. “Does he even consider you his wife, Sierra?” She scoffed before bursting into chuckles. Sierra’s face paled as she was unable to respond to Ophelia’s question. Ophelia dropped her smile before looking at Sierra. “Look, I know that you were forced to take my place because of Papa and marry Rigel. I'm ready to forgive you for that but it's time for you to step down, Sierra. Give him back to me.” Ophelia demanded while crossing her arms over her chest. Her expression told Sierra she wasn't going to take no for an answer.

To anyone else, it looks like I’ve won them over completely, and in truth, I almost believe it myself. I know kids. They’re simple creatures. Give them a toy, a smile, a bit of attention, and they melt. These two are no different, no matter how much Logan Rossi and my ungrateful daughter Madeline want to pretend otherwise. They’re just children, and I’ve been doing this kind of game far longer than anyone gives me credit for. A week of carefully timed visits, of smiles, of bending down to their level and pretending I cared, and here we are, the perfect setup. Tomorrow, we’ll make our move.

“You’ll have something even more satisfying than money.” “And what’s that?” “The satisfaction of winning.” “Winning what?” “Your little rivalry with Vindell, of course. You get the woman he wants, and he loses her to you. Imagine how that would feel.” Winston remained silent for a moment. “But Ava will never choose me.” I laughed softly. “Who said she has to choose you?” “What are you suggesting?” I lowered my voice, although there was no one close enough to overhear me. “I’ve heard there are drugs that can interfere with a person’s judgment and make them more compliant.”

“I am.” That shouldn’t have mattered. It did. Adrian straightened slightly, his jaw tightening. “Don’t mistake improvement for weakness.” Lucien’s gaze dropped, just for a second, to Adrian’s mouth. Then back up again. “I wouldn’t make that mistake.” The words were simple. The way he said them wasn’t. Something twisted low in Adrian’s chest. Fast. Sharp. He pushed it down. This wasn’t about that. This was about winning. “You won tonight,” Adrian said, stepping back just enough to put space between them. “Enjoy it.”

"But I have confidence in myself, and in you. Even if my family is no longer backing me, I won't fall. And even if you're still weak, you should move toward your goal. This time, I'm with you—unless I fall first, you cannot retreat." His words were gentle yet firm, a steady current of energy that filled Winnie's heart. She blinked, cheeks flushed, gazing at him for a long moment, and then smiled faintly. "Then don't blame me if you lose." "If I lose, I accept it. You win, you win," Michael said, pulling her close into his arms. … The next morning, Winnie headed to work early. She was determined—no matter what, she had to pass the evaluation.

My CEO husband, Martin Gentry, finds out I volunteered to donate some of my brainstem tissue to wake Evelyn Stout, the woman he's never gotten over. He finally leaves the monastery where he's spent the past seven years praying for her. For the first time, he comes to see me at the office and asks what I want in return. Everyone assumes I'll use the opportunity to ask him for a baby and secure my place as his wife. Instead, I hand him divorce papers. Everyone thinks I'm just playing hard to get. Martin's expression turns cold. He removes me from every position I hold at the company. Then he promotes Evelyn, gives her a raise, and tells me to think long and hard about what I've done. What