Winning Her Heart Back Novels & Stories

she thought, her heart betraying her with an erratic thump. Edward shifted his focus back to Rebecca, his gaze intense and unwavering. "Why can't you be real with your intentions?" he asked, his voice low, barely above a whisper. "You're not here for Connor, but for me. I can hear your heart beating faster. You want to see me, don't you?"

Someone like Jonathan, who had always been used to getting his way, had probably never been rejected before. Jonathan thought that Kylie’s survival was a gift—a second chance, a redemption of sorts from fate. But the truth was, Kylie had already stopped loving him. Perhaps she had once loved him. However, over the course of repeated misunderstandings and emotional struggles, that love had long been drained away. Love, once lost, couldn’t be regained. She quit her job, applied to study abroad in Altheria, and started over. Meanwhile, Jonathan quickly moved on to another engagement. Everyone had their own fates to compromise with.

“Don’t say that-“ “I know that you would make a great mum.” She continued, her eyes watering. “If not to Yvette, then…maybe this is the universe’s way of giving you back what you lost. You deserve every wonderful thing that happens to you and I’m sorry if I gave the impression that I didn’t want that for you. With Heidi, and with Pierce.” “Come here.” I wrapped my hand around her and pulled her back down, pressing the side of our heads together. “I love you.”

“Oh...uh. We're good, aren't we?” He scoffed and took a step forward until the space between us dissolved. “We are not good," he murmured. "We're not speaking. Not touching... You can't even look at me," he whispered the last part. "That's not true," I looked into his eyes. "I just wanted time. It's not that I don't care about you. I just..." I had to look away. "Let me prove it to you," he tipped my head so our eyes locked. "Let me show you how much I love you. Give me a chance to win your heart, baby."

“You finally got your ultimate revenge. You managed to put a ring on my finger after he threw me out.” She looks down at her left hand, a fresh wave of sorrow washing over her features. My heart completely shatters into a million jagged pieces as she slowly, deliberately reaches down and slides my grandmother's heirloom diamond off her finger. She holds the sparkling ring in her trembling palm, staring at it with tear-filled eyes. “You beat him,” she whispers, looking up at me with absolute heartbreak. “You won.” “I don't give a single fuck about winning!” I yell softly, shaking my head violently. Before she can even move to hand the diamond back to me, I reach out and force her fingers clos

But before I could, she leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to my cheek. “Goodnight, Richard,” she whispered, stepping back and giving me one last smile before disappearing into her building. I watched her go, feeling like my heart was caught in my throat. Tonight had been more than I’d expected, more than I’d dared hope for. As I turned to walk away, I realized something: I was getting a second chance. A real one. And this time, I wasn’t going to let it slip through my fingers.

She felt euphoric, more alive than ever. "You are beautiful! I never tire of admiring you. I have been the luckiest man in the world to have you by my side, and although I have made many mistakes, I am glad that life is giving me an opportunity to win you back." When he saw Galata frown, he knew he had had a lapse and ended up talking more than he should have. The woman's words were not long in coming. "When did you win me over and lose me? To say you have a new opportunity to win me back?" she asked, narrowing her eyes suspiciously, confirming her suspicions once more.

Is she broken? “You think that I give a damn about some sparks, Wyatt? I fell in love with you before the sparks. I didn’t give in to the sparks, and I still fell for you. I fell for your heart. I fell for the way you made me laugh. The way you cared for me, for my feelings. For my daughter, who is just as much your daughter," she pinned me beneath an icy gaze, "I fell in love with your dedication for your pack. I fell for everything that made you, you. None of that has changed just because I can’t feel the sparks anymore,” she muttered, her fresh tears glistening from the light of the moon shining through the window. She’d honestly left me speechless. I didn’t know what to say or how to res

"What about you? Why are you even here with him? You don't even deserve him!" "Neither do you," I say and she freezes. "How do you even plan on winning him back? Cozying up to him? Kissing him... Or better still trying to bed him in hopes that he'll get back to you?" Each of my words makes her pale further and soon her eyes her shimmering with tears. It gives me immense satisfaction seeing her like this. My smile drops and I let the most terrifying expression I can muster get to the surface.

Regret, and the burning determination to win her back. Even if it was too late.