Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 198

Based on his years as a doctor, Gideon knew for certain-his face was ruined beyond recognition.

No amount of plastic surgery could save him now; the skin on his face had been slashed so brutally, it was barely holding together in shreds.

Even the most hardened kidnappers, men who'd seen it all, couldn't help swallowing hard at the sight.

They already knew just how ruthless this man could be-they'd witnessed it firsthand last time.

Yet here they were, caught by him again, all because of the same woman.

A scream tore through the tense silence.

Elise had never seen anything so horrific. Her legs threatened to give out, her stomach twisted in agony, and panic forced her to break.

"I'll talk I'll tell you everything! It was him, all him! I don't know anything else, I swear!"

Sobbing, Elise dropped to her knees, pressing her forehead to the floor, begging for mercy.

"Please, sir, for the sake of my baby-just let me go!"

Victor's laugh was cold and sharp, a predator's smile devoid of pity.

"Ms. Harrison, that baby isn't mine. I'm not feeling particularly merciful."

him broke Gideon's heart, but she was the woman he

anything for

wracked his body, Gideon forced himself upright, summoning the last of

and... my child out of this. If

he finished speaking, the heavy front doors burst open again.

him masked

him and shrugged, strolling

Magnus on the shoulder. "She's all yours to deal

been played for a fool,

two of them, his dark eyes

felt so utterly

sound was raw, his eyes red-rimmed with fury as he closed the door, shutting out the last sliver of light. He walked toward

up at

her-filled with malice, not a trace

Inside, she shattered completely.

wanted to

say that everything Gideon had claimed was a lie, that Magnus shouldn't believe

breath and seized her throat.

hard. The blow cracked through the room, so fierce it left her seeing

in her cheek, nearly

abdomen, worse than she'd ever felt before. Warm blood began to seep down

hope-one last desperate plea. "Magnus... please,