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?"

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

sick. Her dying wish was to have this wedding. Stop causing

did Isadora remember-the

Magnus's one true

terminally ill, and her last wish was to

she learned Magnus had agreed to the

couldn't see her. "No,

was emotionless, every word like a

you're still Mrs. Wainwright in name. Why

is running out, and you've crossed the

even care if I live or

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

Magnus frowned, impatience flaring.

The breakup threat. Again?

can't you just let

He was fed up.

snatched the phone

woman. Three million is nothing to you—are

Magnus stood tall in an immaculate white suit, phone in hand. Across from him, Elise stood in a wedding gown, pale