Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 1

The abandoned factory was choked with weeds, its crumbling walls looming over a battered red sedan parked just outside the entrance.

Inside, Isadora Vaughan's hands were bound tightly behind her back, and her lips -painted a deep rose-were sealed with a strip of yellow duct tape. All she could manage were muffled, desperate whimpers.

Her white dress was streaked with dirt from the grimy floor, exposing a pair of pale, slender legs.

A kidnapper, face obscured by a grotesque mask, crouched in front of her. His voice was gravelly and distorted.

"Miss Vaughan, you're Magnus Wainwright's fiancée. Three million dollars should be pocket change to him. All right-call him yourself."

He tossed an old cell phone at her feet. Then, with a harsh rip, he tore the tape from her mouth and untied her wrists.

A sharp knife pressed coldly against her neck.

Ringing. The line connected after what felt like an eternity.

A man's deep, crisp voice rang out, "Hello?"

Isadora trembled so hard she could barely keep hold of the phone.

"Magnus, I—I've been kidnapped. They want three million in ransom. Please... can you come save me?"

guard. But when he spoke again, his voice

you-Elise is sick. Her dying wish was to have this wedding. Stop

then did Isadora remember-the

Magnus's one true

was to walk down the aisle

had protested when she learned Magnus had agreed to

shook her head, even though he couldn't see her. "No, this time—I'm not making a scene. Please, you have to

word like a blade of

Mrs. Wainwright in name. Why can't you just

My patience is running

care if I live or

voice broke as she bit back tears. "If you don't come for me, then we're done.

Magnus frowned, impatience flaring.

The breakup threat. Again?

why can't you just

He was fed up.

kidnapper snatched

you don't care much for this woman. Three million is nothing

phone in hand. Across from him,