Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 80

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But knowing Richard, he was always ruthlessly pragmatic-everything boiled down to profit and power.

Even if she wasn't willing, as long as Magnus and Richard struck some sort of deal, Richard would have her walking down the aisle without a second thought.

People liked to pretend society was modern and democratic now, but in elite circles, the old rules still reigned. Among the upper class, especially those old- school, controlling parents, marriage was just another business alliance-and their children's objections meant nothing at all.

And with Magnus-arrogant, stubborn, dictatorial as ever-her wishes barely registered. In their eyes, she was just a pawn; her consent was irrelevant. In the end, she'd probably be forced into marriage whether she liked it or not.

Just the thought made her bristle with frustration.

No.

She absolutely refused to give in.

Isadora looked down, fiddling with the high neckline of her dress. Only she knew how vivid the marks on her skin really were, just below her collar. Her complexion was so fair and delicate, a careless touch was enough to leave deep bruises.

on her body were impossible to miss. Not that she

memory made Isadora

to see how you'd handle

fabric draped softly over her chest. She moved at her own pace, unhurried, as she stepped out

staff at the bridal boutique couldn't help but gasp when they

brides try on dresses, but never one who looked so

her look as if she were glowing from within. Her long hair fell in loose waves; her features were striking, her skin luminous, her smile

curves and shadows, inviting

LA Wedding Atelier, Finley was there on an errand—to collect a diamond necklace his cousin had forgotten last time she was trying on dresses. Since the hospital where he worked was just around the corner, his cousin had asked him to pick it

out, but as he crossed the lounge, something caught his eye. The doors to the main fitting room were

it was just another bride-to-be, and

the sofa, ready to leave, but after a few steps, something made him

turned for a better

a distance, he recognized her. That was Isadora. And

spread across Finley's