Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 5

Victor shot him a cold, dismissive glance.

He strode into the living room, grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the bar, and poured himself a full glass. Lifting it to his lips, he downed it in one go. The burn of the liquor finally cut through the syrupy afterglow of the night, jolting him awake.

Finley let out a teasing click of his tongue.

"Well, look at you. Guess a satisfied man doesn't need the little help I brought, huh? Tell me, who's the woman who finally managed to pluck our untouchable prince off his pedestal?"

Finley was dying of curiosity.

After all, Victor had a reputation in the business world for being ice-cold, ruthless, and sharp as a blade. Behind closed doors, though, he was nothing like the rest of their crowd.

For Finley and his friends, blowing off steam meant sipping drinks, flirting with actresses and models, maybe splurging on a wild night if the mood struck. Victor joined in occasionally, but he always craved something with a little more edge- racing, surfing, skydiving, boxing. Women, to him, were just a hassle he didn't need.

Finley was about to give up hope of getting an answer when Victor set his empty glass on the counter. With a flick of his finger, he spun the tumbler, sending it whirling and scattering prisms of light across the marble surface.

His eyes were dark, unreadable. Casually, he said, "Isadora."

Finley froze, caught off guard.

Of all people-her?

rounds in high society lately. Not so much because of the Vaughan family's pedigree, but because she happened to

Recently, Magnus had been making headlines for throwing a lavish wedding, all in pursuit of his

Finley had heard

messing with Magnus on purpose? If you wanted to get even with him, I'd have thought Elise would be your type.

Finley suddenly felt a cold sweat run down the back of

really think I'd waste my time on

a sheepish laugh. "Of course not, you've got better things to do. It's just...well, Isadora is his fiancée, and you

be the other man,

dare say that

"You sure know how to

actually want to cut

now, you might not have a tongue left

didn't just walk out-he practically flew. Moments later, a private jet soared upward into the

put through the wringer for hours; now, the effects of the drug had worn off, leaving her aching and sore, as if every bone had been taken

a helicopter overhead shook

silk sheets slipped down, exposing pale skin covered in vivid marks-evidence

slept with Victor. Worse-she'd been the

a moment, she had no idea how she was supposed to face