Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 43

After speaking, Isadora turned and ran off, tears streaming down her face.

She had to leave; if she stayed another moment, she'd break down right in front of them.

Isadora still remembered how her wrist was supposed to heal in a week, but after that collision, it was fractured and took two full months to mend.

In the end, it was Richard who took her to apologize to Magnus.

Back then, her love for Magnus was so all-consuming that she had no self-respect left-she'd humbled herself to the point of utter submission.

Even though Magnus's distrust and accusations had left her heartbroken, what she feared most was that Magnus would get angry and abandon her.

So, when Richard offered to take her to Magnus to smooth things over, to give them both a way out, Isadora agreed without hesitation. Naively, she followed Richard, trailing behind him like a lost child.

Richard did most of the talking, apologizing on her behalf, painting her as the immature one, and asking Magnus to forgive her little outburst.

Magnus shot a glance at Isadora, who stood silently by the side.

His face betrayed nothing. "Come here," he said.

slowly walked over. Magnus pulled her into his arms, his hand tight around

who get spoiled and arrogant, Isadora. I only feel responsible for Elise-it's not what you think. Stop getting jealous and picking on

her past self must have been

have let love blind her so completely, convinced that Magnus was her cure that she'd die if she ever

was, still alive, still standing

forced herself to shake off the

her top priority was to

moment, then decided to call Nanette, a superstar whose connections spanned the entire

had been her closest

probably born from shared misfortune; both had difficult childhoods and broken

up in a home where boys were favored over

dragged Nanette out onto the street, stripped

a seventy-year-old man

ran away,

a talent scout and found her

even tried to bring Isadora along, convinced that with her looks, Isadora could

we're going to be the masters of our own lives. I swear, the day I have power and money, if anyone dares lay a finger on me, I'll be the first

had just reconnected with the Vaughan family-there was no way they'd let