Winning Back My Ex Fiancée's Heart

★★★★★"Edward, what is the meaning of this? How could you break off the engagement!? I demand an answer!" Elder Harrington fumed over his grandson, who sat leisurely by the window and swirling a glass of wine in his hand."There is nothing to explain, Grandfather. I simply no longer wish to marry her," Edward said coldly, his voice devoid any emotion."What? She is been betrothed to you when both of you were younger. You were happy back then and never questioned it. Now, what makes you change your emotion," Elder Harrington struggled to catch his breath; his voice was wrapped in tension, "She loves you and cares for you. How can you forget when you were bedridden, she took care of you? That girl stayed by you like an angel.""I have already informed them that I will compensate. Don't worry!" Edward replied, standing up from his seat in order to leave the room.Hearing him, Elder Harrington shouted, "You are a pathetic and heartless human, Edward."Edward paused, casting a glance at hi

★★★★★"Rebecca, you could have at least given him a chance to talk. I am sure he wanted to clear up the misunderstanding you two have," Rebecca's father began, settling down at the dinner table.The fork in Rebecca's hand paused mid-air, and she stared down at her plate, her expression clouded with gloom."What? You spoke with Ed!?" Her mother chimed in, and her surprise was evident, "What did he say?""Stop mentioning him in front of me!" Rebecca snapped, her frustration boiling over, "I have no relation with him, nor do I care about his existence," Rebecca flared at her parents, "And both of you get over with him. If you are still thinking he is some kind of gentleman and would care for our family, then you are wrong. None of you understand his twisted nature and any help for our business from him is a complete fantasy.""Can you explain why he suddenly cancelled the engagement 3 years ago without giving us any solid reason? I went to his office, but he informed the staff that I was

★★★★ "Why do you think I would be the reason for Pete's downfall?" Edward questioned back, there was eerie calmness on his face. Rebecca stared closely into his eyes and felt that something had happened, something tied to Edward. But she could not point a finger at him- he stood to gain nothing by causing Pete's trouble. "Your thoughtful silence says it all," Edward answered with a smile. "Why do you want me to be your woman? Don't you hate me!" Rebecca questioned, her brows knitted in confusion. The expression in Edward's eyes shifted abruptly and he spat, "Yes, I dislike you. That is exactly why I want you to be my woman." His words struck Rebecca like a dagger, her breath catching as the weight of his meaning settled over her. But she steadied herself, her voice firm as she replied, "You want to torture me, don't you?" "I could not agree more," Edward said; his tone was cold and hard. It made Rebecca feel like she had never held a place in his heart. "Don't give me tho

★★★★ Rebecca was visibly intoxicated after just three glasses of whisky. She slumped The Glass on the table, muttering, "I cannot take anymore. My stomach is turning!" Her eyes were droopy and her cheek flushed with heat, clearly indicating the intoxication. "You will need to keep going if you want the deal," Henrick insisted, his tone unyielding, "I have already had more than you. Come on, you are almost there," his persistent made it clear he was intent on pushing her further, sensing her defences weakening. "Cannot you see her condition? She cannot drink anymore!" The assistant snapped his voice firm with urgency. "This nonsense has to stop. If you insist on this, I will take her place and finish the bottle myself. Let her go!" His eyes flashed with concern as he glanced at Rebecca, who looked ready to collapse at any moment. It was clear- she was either about to friend or worse, might need to be rushed to the hospital. “If you interfere again, I’ll throw you out of this room m

★★★★★ "I don't care a bit what you think of me. Feel free to form whatever opinions you want. Just let go of my hand, ..." Rebecca hissed in anger. She could not tolerate another insult to her self-worth. "You..." Before Edward could carry further, the door of the room was pushed open by Elder Harrington, who was stunned by his naked grandson. "Whoa, young people! If you are wishing to be naked in your room, at least have some decency to lock the door. Edward instantly let go of Rebecca's hand and rushed to his wardrobe. Getting a robe from it, he shouted, "You could have at least knocked on the door before barging in." "I was concerned for both of your well-being. That is why I forgot etiquette, like knocking on the door," Edward's Grandfather replied with a strong tone before shifting his eyes to Rebecca, making his way to her. His eyes softened, "Sweet girl, you had me worried last night. My sleep has been bothered multiple times because of the tension. Why are you putting yours