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?"

was caught off guard. But when he spoke again, his voice

is sick. Her dying wish was to have this

then did Isadora remember-the

Harrison. Magnus's one

last wish was to walk down the aisle with the man

had protested when she learned Magnus had agreed to the

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

reply was emotionless, every word

you're still Mrs. Wainwright in name. Why

patience is running

even care

you don't come for me, then we're

Magnus frowned, impatience flaring.

The breakup threat. Again?

can't you just

He was fed up.

kidnapper snatched the

you don't care much for this woman. Three million is nothing to you—are you paying or

stood tall in an immaculate white suit, phone