Chapter 210

Hearing those words, Isadora let out a cold laugh inside.

All this time, she had thought Victor felt something different for her.

Maybe he didn't love her. But perhaps, she'd hoped, he liked her at least a little.

So it turned out, everything he'd done for her lately was simply because it pleased him.

To him, she had always been just a game.

Of course. Wasn't that how she'd seen it at the start, too?

So why had she let herself get caught up in it?

Isadora turned her face away, a bitter ache rising in her chest until it stung behind

her eyes.

"What's wrong? Having second thoughts?"

Victor was angry-furious at how she always seemed to be pushing him away.

It felt like someone had stabbed a blade straight through his chest, leaving him raw and bleeding.

The more it hurt, the more he wanted her to know: She could only ever belong to him.

"Isadora, when you came to me for a spot at M Boutique, you must have known this day would come."

eyes burning, but forced herself to

rules of the game, Mr. Fitzgerald. You don't need to

the intimacy of a devoted lover, his low, husky voice

we ever break up, it'll be on

betrayed her,

I have

Victor let go of her

door handle and flung the

her, his deep, velvet

at Summit Crest Estates tonight. Don't make me

she could reply, the car door slammed shut, cutting

for a moment beside the limited-edition

tossing strands of hair across her face. Somewhere in her eyes, a single crystal tear vanished into the

*

Seafarer Designs, Rowena had already returned, a sheaf of sketches

left of her usual morning

gaze

she'd just come through a war, and said

of Magnus, but

been caught eavesdropping and blurted out in

Isadora. I promise, no more

the sound, "What

had already composed herself

How did your

Rowena slumped even lower.

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