Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 87

"Ah!"

The wine glass in Patricia's hand went flying as Victor jerked her arm away. She stumbled and collapsed onto the couch, and the deep red wine spilled all over her, soaking her pink dress in a spreading, messy stain.

Across the room, Dailey had been lounging with a glamorous starlet, getting a little too flirty and just about to pull her in for a kiss. At the sudden commotion, he snapped to attention, dropped the girl, and hurried over.

"What happened here, Vic?" Dailey tried to smooth things over, throwing a quick glance at his sister. "Did Patty do something wrong? She's always had a thing for you-told me so since we were kids. She probably just got nervous seeing you tonight. Come on, man, don't take it to heart."

But Victor's eyes were ice-cold, his patience worn thin. On any other day, maybe he'd have tolerated this for the Brooks family's sake. Tonight, though, he wasn't in the mood.

"You and your sister really are two of a kind," he said, voice sharp as frost. Without another word, he turned and walked out, not bothering to look back.

Dailey felt a chill run up his spine at the look Victor shot him-cold enough to freeze him in place. Around them, the other guests started to laugh and whisper, delighted by the spectacle. Just like that, the Brooks siblings had managed to embarrass themselves in front of everyone.

Isadora didn't go home that night. Instead, she drove to Nanette's penthouse at Silkwood Villas, one of the most exclusive addresses in Capitolion.

how close they were they each had their own places,

from the fridge. Just as she took a sip, the front door

"Back

ankles. "Victor left, and the party died. No

to her lips. She kept her tone casual. "You mentioned

into the story. "Patricia tried to cozy up to him tonight, but Victor completely shut her down. You should've seen the look on her face-like she swallowed a handful of

league of his own. The Brooks

shrug. "Patricia's a bit of an airhead, but she is gorgeous. Still, rumor has it Victor's not interested in women at all. Some say he's gay, which honestly feels like a waste with a

choked on her

in concern. "You okay,

cheeks

her a sly look, sensing some juicy gossip.

set her water down, settling onto the sofa. "I asked