All Chapters of No Way to Win Me Back: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Celeste’s POVThe girl holding Ryan’s hand peered up shyly, and my heart melted. Aside from her hazel eyes, she was an adorable, tiny version of Ryan. “Who is this angel?” I gushed.“Say hi Molly.” Ryan told her sweetly.She tucked herself behind him and peeked at me under dark lashes. “She’s a bit shy.” He chuckled. “This is Molly, my niece. I’m taking care of her while my sister-in-law and brother are away on business.”My gaze was drawn to his exposed chest as he spoke–he’d left an extra button undone. I glanced away and squatted down to the girl’s level. “Hi, Molly. It’s nice to meet you. I’m Celeste.”“And I’m Grace.” She said, crouching beside me.Ryan smiled encouragingly at her. “Don’t be afraid, Mols.”“Hi.” she said, voice soft and sweet.The girl clutched something in her hands and my eyes brightened when I saw it was an art case.“Do you like drawing Molly?” I asked.She smiled tentatively and nodded.“Really? Can I see your art?” Just like that, she let go of Ryan’s le

Damien’s POV“Did you just say Rosemary will be there?” I breathed into my phone, bewildered.“Yes, sir. She’s a special guest at Celine Mars’ party tomorrow night.” Miss Wilson responded. “She’s planning to introduce her to her most influential friends.”I’d finally caught a break. If I attended that party, I’d be able to speak to that pain in the ass secretive designer and save my company. But if I didn’t, Rosemary would sign with one of Celine’s wealthy guests.“I need an invitation to that party. Make it happen.” I ended the call and tossed my phone onto the sofa.“Sorry, Bon-Bon.” I ruffled her hair. “Daddy had to take that call, but I’m all yours now.”She shrugged, nibbling a fry. “It’s okay, Daddy. I know you always have to work.”With my company nearing a state of collapse, I’d been too busy to spend any time with her. She seemed withdrawn, so I left work early.“How’s your burger?” I asked, taking a bite of my own.I’d bought an array of junk food–I wasn’t sure which was Bo

Celeste’s POV“Let go of me, you caveman.” I hissed, yanking my arm free from Damien’s grasp.Only he would have the nerve to insinuate I snuck into this lavish event to seduce Celine’s husband. It took a special cocktail of delusion, arrogance, and crazy.“Frankly, you pathetically trying to cozy up to the elite doesn’t surprise me.” Damien said coldly. “No, it’s the fact that a worthless housewife made it through the front doors that I find astounding. You don’t belong here, Celeste.” He stalked towards me, and I backed away.“But I’m more than happy to rectify that mistake.” His lips curled into a twisted smile.Then Brian stepped in front of me, his tall frame towering over Damien. “That is no way to treat a lady, never mind one of Celine’s honored guests.” The powerful man glowered. “Show some respect to Ms. Rosemary.”Damien froze where he stood, stupefied.“You mean to say that the woman behind you is the rising designer, Rosemary?” He furrowed his eyebrows, incredulous. “No o

Celeste’s POV“I’m not an idiot.” Vanessa glowered at Damien. “This dull housewife is not Rosemary.”He cocked an eyebrow. “Why would I lie?”Her eyes flashed with rage as she studied the two of us.“You’re making up this crap, so you have an excuse to cozy up to Celeste, aren’t you?” She planted her hands on her hips, pregnant belly jutting out as she glared at us.“For god’s sake, be rational Vanessa.” He said, exasperated. “How else would Celeste even get into a party like this?”She thought for a moment, then her mouth scrunched into a frown.“That doesn’t mean you have to do business with her!” She stamped her foot like a petulant toddler. “Rosemary is just some over hyped nobody whose jewelry and reputation are fake.”That was the final straw. My temper had hit the tall roof of Celine’s opulent hall. “You’re such a hypocrite.” I strode up to her, voice deathly low. “I worked damn hard for everything that I’ve accomplished. Unlike you, I have work-ethic.”She balked at my outrage

Celeste’s POV“That’s enough, Bonnie.” Damien scolded. “Don’t speak to your mother that way.”She stubbornly stuck her chin out.“I’m only treating her the way Daddy does.” She said herself righteously. Bonnie hadn’t just been influenced by Vanessa. She watched Damien treat me like I was a useless housemaid for five years and learned how to be ungrateful and cruel.“Can you finally see why I begged you to stop belittling me in front of our daughter all those years? Because a five-year-old does.” I said, voice tense.He gazed down at his princess like he’d been doused in a bucket of ice water.“I’m not your daughter!” Bonnie spat angrily and stood beside Vanessa. “I want Auntie Vanessa to be my mom. Even Daddy thinks she’s a better mom than you.”“Oh, sweetie! I’d love it if you called me Mommy.” Vanessa squealed gleefully.Every fiber of my being wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear. My daughter’s rejection cut a thousand times deeper because she was biologically wired to love me