Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 101

But he'd already promised-he'd agreed to the deal. So why was he suddenly backing out halfway through?

Isadora couldn't make sense of what was going on in this man's head.

She took a step forward, closing the distance until she was only a couple feet from Victor.

There was something about him—an undeniable air of authority, a quiet but overwhelming presence, as if he owned whatever space he occupied. Even sitting there, he radiated a kind of pressure that was impossible to ignore.

Nervously, Isadora pressed her lips together and tried to sound as diplomatic as she could. "I don't think you're the kind of man who goes back on his word, Mr. Fitzgerald. You agreed to invest eight hundred million. I'm sure you wouldn't renege on that."

Victor's lips curled in a dangerous, mocking smile. “You're wrong, Miss Vaughan. I can be that petty."

He let the words hang in the air before his tone shifted, voice sharp as glass. "Actually, should I even call you Miss Vaughan? Or should I call you Magnus's fiancée? I heard you two even went wedding dress shopping together."

The chill in his voice sent a spike of anxiety through Isadora's chest.

How did Victor know she'd been wedding dress shopping? Was he there that day? Did he think she and Magnus were actually getting married?

promise to end things with Magnus, and that's why

explain.

midnight, pinned her in place, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "What kind of accident? Don't tell me someone forced you into trying on

moment, then admitted

left her mouth before it felt as if

Isadora's spine. She rushed to add, "It's not what you

his gaze, desperate. "I'm not the kind of person who goes back on

long legs and stood. He towered over her, easily a head taller, casting a shadow that made her

it felt like he could wrap her up in his arms

hand grazing her chin with a touch that was both intimate and cold. With one finger, he

gesture was gentle, but the tension radiating

but beneath the calm was an undercurrent as

to your wedding. Who knows, maybe in a few days I'll be hearing about your first child. Tell me, Isadora, are you always this good at putting

with a hint of tobacco on him—familiar and intoxicating. For a second,

Did he just say

he think she could have a

his angry eyes and, almost in a whisper, asked, "Are