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 himself out of the

water was cold, leaving him shivering

person had bothered to help

me in? Are you out of your minds?

to react, his voice suddenly harsh. "Enough! Shut

quickly composed himself, his usually stern face now wearing a

honored by your presence. I apologize for not welcoming you properly. This is just a family matter

years, had

father, usually so proud, bowing and scraping like a beaten

only grew. "Dad, he's the one who kicked me

frowned. "You don't understand. This is

Fitzgerald Group. The most

Fitzgeralds had their

power. A world-class dynasty, topping Forbes year after

chill ran down

gaze flicked over to him, a glint of ice in

face. That was

shook so hard his teeth chattered, unable to utter a

of his black

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

steps toward Prescott. Each stride

face drained of color; he

seized him by the collar