Winning Her Back Novels & Stories

"Yes." "And when you won you didn't leave," Aria said. "You stayed. You called me by my name. You gave me back something I had lost so long ago I didn't know it was gone." She tilted her head slightly. "Most people who beat me in a race don't also do that." Despite everything. Despite the return pathway waiting and the afternoon light and everything that was about to end. Alina almost laughed. "I imagine not," she said. Aria looked at her with the real smile.

She’s back. —*

***** Tony and maya clinked their glasses together. " Cheers, our plan finally succeeded", Maya said as they both took sips from the glass. "I'm so happy that this day has finally come" Tony said. "I can't believe that fool will trust you to this extent", Maya said mockingly. "She used to be the best but you will never know who will win until everything ended. I, Maya, am the winner in life. So what if I was not born into a rich family? Who cares? What matters is that I will be rich now", Maya said and smiled.

I didn’t share that illusion. I knew exactly what I’d done. I’d chosen control over chaos. Strategy over righteousness. Protection over purity. And I knew this kind of victory never came without interest. Somewhere down the line, someone would come to collect. When they did, I would be ready. Because Rosemary didn’t survive on innocence anymore. It survived on awareness. And tonight, as the winter collection shimmered quietly behind me and alliances shifted unseen, I understood something with brutal clarity. Winning didn’t mean walking away clean.

Physically, I have no doubt that we could both easily lose control and wind up in one another's arms for another night. As it is now, I can't go a single moment without thinking about how she'd felt, the way she looked at me, how incredible she'd been that night She's perfect, beautiful, incredible, intelligent... everything I could ever want in a partner. But every time I try to think about winning her back, but I also feel little awful for that line of thinking. Trying to win her as if she's some kind of prize instead of a human being that I've hurt feels... disgusting. Still, I want her back in my life and I'm willing to do whatever it takes. If that means

None of it fixes what I did or erases the divorce, the lies, the betrayal, the kidnapping, the blood but it builds something new fragile, tentative and real. I pull into my driveway and sit there for a long time before going inside I realize something painful and necessary. Winning her back won’t be about grand gestures or romantic speeches or throwing money at problems. It will be about consistency showing up even when it’s uncomfortable doing the right thing even when no one is watching and accepting that she may never choose me again.

She was determined to keep me at arms length. But I'm determined to get her back. This was obviously a battle of wills. And I have every plan to win.

Underneath all that anger she was feeling. It was better than her ignoring. At least, anger is something. It means, there is something. And right there, she gave me the winning chip I needed to get her back. Just over two weeks are, and I’ll make sure she is mine forever.

I swallowed. Lisa sighed, gentler now. “Audrey… you won back then. You proved yourself already.” “But I still lost.” My fingers clenched around the fabric of my sweatpants. “I lost everything. And now, she’s here again, standing in my way.” I shook my head. “I can’t let her win this time.” Lisa was quiet for a long moment. Then, softer, “Winning isn’t just about beating Gina.” I let out a shaky breath, pressing my forehead against my palm. “I know,” I murmured. “But it feels like it is.”

Finally. Naomi is back.