Chapter 83

Isadora looked pale, her expression unsettled.

But it wasn't because Magnus had stormed out in a fury.

Her hand was still throbbing from how tightly he'd just gripped it.

God, Magnus and his temper. How had she never noticed this side of him before?

Most of the time, his anger didn't explode-it froze. He'd turn cold, his voice icy, and that was usually enough to keep anyone at arm's length.

But today was different. This was only the second time she'd seen him truly lose control.

The first was three years ago, right after she'd joined The Vaughan Group. She'd been sent to entertain clients at a business dinner. Back then, nobody knew she was the Vaughan family's heiress-they all assumed she was just another junior employee.

Isadora, with her striking beauty, had immediately caught the attention of one of the clients. In pursuit of a deal, the manager had all but shoved her into the private dining room, then snuck away, leaving her alone with the clients.

By the end of the night, one of the men had tried to put his hand on her leg.

slide. Bristling with anger, she threw

luck would have it, the place was owned by one of Magnus's friends, and Magnus

stormed over, grabbed a bottle, and smashed it

her. It took her

too well. Seeing the marks on her skin and

wasn't his first anymore-it had wounded

exactly the reaction she'd

expected him to retaliate by dumping

That infuriating man!

reached for her phone-only to spot it lying on the floor, soaked from the bathroom

out of her shock, hurried over

mess here." "Thank you," Isadora said, glancing down at

dress," she said coolly, "send the bill to

her fault,

changed out of the ruined gown and left the LA Wedding Boutique,

Her phone was dead anyway, so she

phone rang in her purse. She

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