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?

believed she'd broken her promise to end things with Magnus, and that's why he wanted

out, "I can explain. That day—it was

dripping with sarcasm. "What kind of accident? Don't tell me someone forced

moment, then admitted quietly,

mouth before it felt as if

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

kind of person who

and stood. He towered over her, easily a head

so close it felt like he could wrap her up

chin with a touch that was both intimate and cold. With one finger,

gesture was gentle, but the

the calm was an undercurrent as turbulent as a stormy sea. "Not what I

in, his breath warm against her skin. "Funny-Magnus was just telling me the other day that he wanted to send me an invitation to your wedding. Who knows, maybe in a few

could smell the faint trace of cologne mixed with a hint of

he

snapped back into focus. Was he jealous? Did he think she could have

almost in a