Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 86

Victor swirled the whiskey in his glass, his gaze distant and bored as Dailey rambled on about his latest big idea-a project pitched with all the subtlety of fireworks. Victor didn't nod. He didn't shake his head. He just listened, noncommittal.

The Brooks family had started out in tech three generations ago, their name once spoken in the same breath as the Fitzgeralds. But the newer Brooks heirs? Not a business brain among them. They'd managed to squander fortunes, one disaster after another.

Victor lounged deeper into the leather sofa, sipping his drink, radiating indifference. As he absentmindedly checked his phone, a new message from Finley popped up—a photo.

The image made Victor's blood run cold. There, in a flawless white wedding dress, stood a woman he recognized instantly.

His eyes, usually a cool gray, turned glacial_hard and sharp as an Arctic winter. Fury radiated from him in waves. He zoomed in, staring at the screen as if he could burn through it.

There was no mistaking her. Isadora.

That liar.

She'd told him it was just a one-night stand, that things with Magnus were over. But now here she was, dressed for a wedding. Who was she marrying? Magnus? Victor's jaw clenched as he exited the photo app and immediately called Isadora.

No answer.

into a thin, angry line. Anxiety

tried her

there was no humor in his eyes-only the brewing storm of a man about to

is she?" he demanded when Finley picked

"Whoa,

do you want

he was driving. He'd only meant to mess with Victor, to see if he could rile the famously unflappable heir. He hadn't expected this reaction-Victor was ready to bring down

reputation-ruthless, dangerous when provoked. Pushing

I ran into Isadora at LA Wedding Boutique.

was palpable even through

do you... do you

abruptly-a sharp beep in Finley's ear. He stared

Patricia shot Dailey a look. They switched seats, and she slid onto the

raised with every privilege. As a child, she'd spent time with Victor when their families were close; she'd fallen for him at first sight. Even as an adult, she'd campaigned for

desperate

queens of the room. Patricia's pride