Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 9

Scales scratched the back of his head, looking bemused.

"No way. Isadora's still giving you the silent treatment? It's been, what, three days now? That's gotta be a new record! She's never stayed mad for more than a day before."

He leaned in, lowering his voice with a knowing grin. "But honestly, Magnus, women are all like that. Don't spoil her too much. She's just testing you, waiting for you to cave first. You know what they say-let a guy give in once, and he'll be doing it a thousand times after. Don't fall for it."

"Come on, no matter how badly you screwed up before, she always came running back, apologized, begged you not to leave her."

"And with her awkward position in the Vaughan family, if she ever really left you, they'd probably toss her out for good."

At that, Magnus's expression softened just a bit. He picked up his glass and took a slow sip, letting the rich flavor settle on his tongue.

Maybe this time Isadora had gone further than usual-she'd even come up with that wild kidnapping stunt. It left him with a faint, unfamiliar sense of unease.

Off to the side, Sammy—already halfway through his drink-couldn't help but chime in.

"Anyone would be moved by how much Isadora loves you, Magnus."

you had those awful migraines, she spent a whole day and night at a church in the northwest, begging a miracle-working priest

food, she learned to cook every

insulted her more times than I can count. Isadora

snapped. That's the only reason she's acting out now-but in the end, it's always because she loves you. She just can't

did go too far this time. Sure, the wedding was fake, but you made

too often this year. On your anniversary, your birthday, Isadora's birthday, even during Thanksgiving and the Fourth of July, she's always sick. And every single time, you're by her side, playing nurse. Any woman would

their limits. Don't wait until she's gone to

a cold, dismissive smile. "As if I'd ever regret

him? The very idea was laughable. She'd sooner see the sun

devotion-so used to it, in fact, that he'd

were jealous by nature. That wedding, even if it was just to fulfill Elise's last wish, must have stung Isadora more than he cared

his coat and stood up, ready to

leaving already? Man, the night's just getting started!"

and sliding into his Maybach. He dialed his

get me LA Wedding's top designer-fly them out here to Capitol City to create a custom gown for Isadora. And

should be grand enough,

his coat aside, stretched out on the sofa, and let his long legs dangle off the edge. His headache was