Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 102

Chapter 103

At Victor's words, Isadora's eyelashes fluttered, her hands twitching at her sides. She couldn't quite put her feelings into words-her heart just trembled twice, almost involuntarily.

"Why me?" she asked softly.

"I told you I'm interested in your body."

Isadora understood: most men had a possessive streak about things they'd already claimed. Besides, Victor had once said their chemistry was undeniable. That, she figured, was why he was making this proposal.

She wasn't naïve enough to believe Victor was falling for her.

At the same time, she needed to snuff out Richard's dream of marrying her off to

the Wainwright Group. Right now, Victor was simply her best option.

Isadora mulled it over for a few seconds.

Victor's breathing grew shallow, his gaze fixed on her, unwavering.

Then, Isadora looked up. Her clear eyes met Victor's. "Alright."

The darkness in Victor's eyes flared, a barely contained intensity shining through.

Isadora went on, "we need some

heart pounded at her acceptance. At this point, he would have agreed to anything she

"Name them," he said.

voice was steady. She'd already lived through Magnus's infatuation with Elise and had no desire to repeat that

hold myself to the same

"Agreed."

From the very beginning, she was the only woman

if either of us finds someone we truly care about,

register-Isadora was approaching this relationship with the expectation that it

protest, "So you're saying we're

calm. "Victor, we're not together because we're in love. Giving each other space

name and legacy was another world entirely. She refused to become another woman groveling at his feet. If he ever found someone he genuinely wanted,

eyes narrowed, his perfect face unreadable. He knew Isadora didn't love him—not yet, anyway. But as long as she agreed to stay by his side, that was enough. He'd make her get used to him,

to protect her before he could only watch as she was pushed around. But from now on, things would be different. He would keep her safe. This woman

a flicker of anxiety, uncertain

low, gentle voice above her-soft, yet rough-edged, like gravel pressed underfoot. "Then let's

turned more casual. "I have a

"What is it?"

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