Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 150

Isadora hung her head, turning her face away.

She couldn't bear for this man to see her looking so utterly defeated and humiliated.

It was supposed to be her 24th birthday—a day for celebration. Instead, it had become a cruel joke.

She could face the world with icy detachment, could withstand almost anything.

But this one small act of tenderness shattered the protective armor she'd fought so hard to maintain.

Her fingers clenched tighter; she bit down on her lip, leaving a faint mark on its soft curve.

The jacket draped over her shoulders was heavy with the faint scent of pine- Victor's scent—its warmth pressing down on her, making her shiver involuntarily.

A lump formed in her throat.

Victor, ever domineering, reached out and hooked a finger under her chin, insisting she look up at him whether she wanted to or not.

He made her meet his gaze.

Victor's eyes bore down on her, dark and intent, his voice dropping even lower. "Who hit you?"

His shadowed gaze swept the room, sharp as a blade, leaving a chill in its wake.

The crowd instinctively stepped back, cowed by his presence. No one dared provoke the infamous heir.

Prescott was slowly dragging

autumn water was cold, leaving him

a single person had bothered to

pushed me in? Are you out of your minds? I'm the eldest son of the

was the first to react, his voice

composed himself, his usually stern face now wearing a sycophantic smile as he

by your presence. I apologize for not welcoming you properly. This is just a family matter that got out of hand—I'm sorry you had to see

been abroad for years, had never actually met

was his father, usually so proud, bowing

"Dad, he's the one who kicked

This is

most powerful family in Capitol

the Fitzgeralds had their hands in it,

power. A world-class dynasty, topping

chill ran down

to him, a

handprint on Isadora's face. That was

so hard his teeth chattered, unable to utter a

black shirt, and slipped off his watch-placing it gently in

was the one she'd given him as a gift, not so

taking deliberate steps toward Prescott. Each

drained of color;

by the