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.

pressed into a thin, angry line. Anxiety and dread twisted in his

her number. Still

eyes-only the brewing storm of a man about to

she?" he demanded when Finley picked

teasing, "Whoa, Prince. Who do

dropped, ice-cold. "Finley, do you want your hospital to

with Victor, to see if he could rile the famously unflappable heir. He hadn't expected this reaction-Victor was ready to bring down his entire

dangerous when provoked. Pushing it

ran into Isadora at LA Wedding

that so?" Victor's fury was palpable

do you really care

abruptly-a sharp beep in Finley's ear. He stared at his phone,

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

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 her family to arrange a marriage with the Fitzgeralds,

siblings were desperate

nearby actresses-women who usually saw themselves as queens of the room. Patricia's pride soared. They might be A-list celebrities, but she was the Brooks heiress, born to mingle with families like the