Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 153

Richard shook her hand off with a look of disgust, snapping, "Don't call me Dad. I'm not your father."

Pearl turned pleading eyes to Prescott, her voice trembling with desperation.

"Prescott, please... You promised you'd always be on my side."

A storm of conflict flashed in Prescott's eyes. He suddenly realized that he hadn't actually seen Isadora push Pearl—he'd only heard Pearl's scream and assumed the worst. Now, seeing Pearl like this, guilt gnawed at him. Prescott looked away, uneasy.

Eleanor took a shaky breath and glanced at Isadora, her eyes full of remorse. She stepped forward, reaching out to take Isadora's hand, but before she could make contact, Isadora jerked away without hesitation.

Eleanor's eyes grew wet as she looked at her daughter-so beautiful, so much like herself in her youth. Why hadn't she ever seen it before?

She sniffled. "Isadora, I'm sorry. Your father and I were wrong about you."

Isadora stared back, her face unreadable.

If the video hadn't cleared her name today, she might have ended up in prison.

Victor's lips curled into a sardonic smile, a mocking edge in his voice.

should throw you off a balcony and see if

silent, unable

Isadora tonight, his eyes narrowing with a trace

daughter who's brought this trouble. But today is Isadora's birthday. Why

glinted with scorn. He drawled, each word dripping

of it, she'd be lucky to get through her birthday in one piece. God knows how much more you'd take from her if

tightened, his composure

Mr. Fitzgerald. Isadora is our own flesh and

a cold,

biological daughter sounds

a snicker. Even Richard, thick-skinned as he was, turned crimson under

with effortless grace, Victor bent down and scooped Isadora up

arms.

"My woman's birthday I'll be the one to celebrate

his heel, carrying her straight toward the front door

weight of everyone's stares-curious, suggestive, some downright

face is bruised, not my legs,"

down at her, a teasing