Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 147

Isadora turned away, her knuckles white as she gripped her phone. "Fine. Don't believe me if you don't want to."

Her mother scoffed, turning to her husband. "Look at her, darling. How did we end up with a daughter who lies so easily, without even blinking?"

Richard tried to soothe Eleanor, then addressed Isadora in a calm, measured tone. "Of course I hope Mr. Fitzgerald would consider you, but as your mother said, our family isn't exactly in that league. No matter what happened with your relationship, tonight the Vaughans cannot afford to lose face."

Isadora let out a bitter laugh. "So to you, my feelings are nothing more than a matter of appearances."

Eleanor stiffened, voice cold. "Every family in high society is like this. Or do you still think you're little Isadora, Carla's daughter from that back alley?"

The words hung in the air. The room went silent, tension crackling between them. Isadora's eyelashes fluttered, the pain flickering across her face.

Eleanor realized she'd gone too far, cursing herself for bringing up that unlucky woman from prison again.

“Enough, enough. Let's go downstairs and greet the guests," she said to her husband, both of them storming out in a huff.

Isadora felt utterly drained.

She knew that just insisting Victor was her boyfriend wouldn't convince anyone- least of all her family. Even she didn't have the conviction to back it up.

happiest day had devolved into the same

she just wasn't meant to

the

with laughter and chatter. Guests mingled, glasses clinked,

sounded at her

Mrs. Vaughan are asking for you.

heard, taking a

room was at the far end of the second floor. As she stepped into the hallway, the hush

a door beside her swung open

strong hand shot out, gripping her wrist like

her balance. Across from her stood Pearl, eyes narrowed to slits, glare sharp as a hawk's cold, predatory,

save for the erratic flash of headlights through the window, throwing strange shadows across the

eerie atmosphere prickled goosebumps along Isadora's

are you playing

into a menacing smirk. "Isadora, there's only room for one

I'm really not in the mood for your theatrics today. I have

rage. "Leave the Vaughan family, and I'll let