Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 112

Isadora's expression darkened, the last traces of drowsiness vanishing from her mind.

She hugged her arms around herself, her voice cool and distant. "So this is how you reward women, Mr. Fitzgerald?"

Victor could feel the shift-moments ago, the woman in his arms had been soft and affectionate, but now her mood seemed to turn on a dime.

He never understood how women's minds worked.

He just wanted to give her something, that was all.

But despite her even tone, Isadora's words were edged with distance.

Victor lowered his gaze and fixed her with a penetrating look. "I've told you before -I've only ever slept with you."

Sleep together? Sure, they had. But everyone in the city knew Victor Fitzgerald had a string of women vying for his attention. Of course he was used to handing out gifts and favors as if it meant nothing. Why would she be any different?

Isadora replied, "There's nothing I want, but thank you for your... generosity, Mr. Fitzgerald."

With that, she shifted away from Victor's embrace, moving to the far side of the bed.

Victor's eyes grew cold.

couldn't for the life of him figure out what he'd

breathing the only sound, making the silence

gently

against her pale cheek, thumb brushing lightly over her

are you so sensitive

cut straight to her core, stripping away the thin veil she used to

Yes, she was sensitive.

she'd felt like an outsider, always treading carefully, desperate to

say, "Isadora, you've done well lately. What would you

it. She was happy to accept whatever was offered, believing it was her parents' way of loving and

in wearing an amethyst necklace-the one Eleanor had won

they love you? They hand out little trinkets

ashamed, not sit around waiting for scraps. You're pathetic, you know that? Just a

tossing over her shoulder, "Oh, and in case you didn't notice, my necklace is worth more

hallway, leaving Isadora

those words still stung. She didn't need the

as she whispered,

caught the emotion in