Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 3

Victor Fitzgerald-the heir to the Fitzgerald Group had arrived.

If Magnus Wainwright and his family's conglomerate, Wainwright Holdings, ranked among the top three in Capitolion's elite circles, then the Fitzgerald Group was undisputedly number one.-

What began as a banking dynasty had quickly expanded-real estate, technology, telecommunications, investment funds. The Fitzgerald family's reach stretched across more than half the industries in Capitolion.

In private, everyone called Victor the Crown Prince of Capitolion.

Isadora had met him once before. The Vaughan family, her own, was currently bidding on a major project with the Fitzgerald Group, and she was one of the project leads.

But right now, Isadora had no time to worry about her dignity.

Clinging to the last shreds of consciousness, she reached out and grabbed the cuff of his tailored trousers.

"Vi... Victor, please... help me."

Victor's gaze darkened when he saw the woman collapsed at his feet.

and disheveled, revealing smooth, pale legs streaked with blood where her delicate feet had been cut. A feverish flush colored her cheeks,

down and scooped

crisp scent of pine that seemed

her gently into the passenger seat, shutting the door behind her. He leaned against the car,

toward him, Victor

voice was quiet, almost casual, but it cut through the night like

Ten minutes later.

slid into the driver's seat, stripped off his blood-spattered black dress shirt, and

torso was all muscle and clean lines, tapering down to a narrow waist and

Isadora lay with her eyes closed, sweat beading her brow, her lips bitten red from trying

moment, eyes shadowed, before pulling out his

villa out by

the other end was Finley Pembroke, director of

Prince. Even if I put pedal to the metal, it's a two-hour drive from Capitolion

a lazy, lopsided grin. "Remind me, is your private

was silent for a beat. So, someone was in trouble-and Victor wanted him there,