Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 269

Eleanor had seen it all before.

She understood exactly what was at stake.

Love, once tangled up with money or ambition, lost its purity. It was no better than Isadora staying with Victor just for the Fitzgerald Group's power and connections. And Eleanor couldn't bear the thought of her daughter being belittled like that.

"Isadora, I'd rather be thrown out of the Vaughan family with nothing to my name than see you stoop for the Vaughan Group. Just give those shares back."

"Mom."

Isadora's voice was barely above a whisper.

It had been so long since Eleanor had heard her daughter call her "Mom." The word caught her off guard, and her eyes stung with tears she tried to hold back.

Isadora's voice wavered, almost lost in the quiet, and if you listened closely, you could hear the tremor in it.

"I suppose I'm not a good person, and I never really loved Victor all that much. That's why I could ever agree to treat him like part of a bargain. Someone like me isn't worth his affection."

Eleanor let out a long, weary sigh.

*

It was Kemp who told Isadora that Victor's flight was arriving today.

straight to

main one, separated only by a row

shade of the covered walkway

told Victor she

to

in their three-month arrangement, and she didn't want to let any regrets linger. All she wanted now was a little time to

weather in Capitolion was glorious today-crystal-clear skies that

A780 private jet rolled onto the runway and

opened, and a tall, broad-shouldered man

followed, each wheeling

Fitzgerald strolled ahead, his

too far away for Isadora to make out his expression in the bright sunlight, but the air around him bristled with a careless

hand and waved

waiting not too far

dress and a cream-colored knit shawl draped over her shoulders. A hint of fair skin caught the sunlight above her low brown loafers-she wasn't wearing heels today,

Victor square in

stride, crossing the tarmac in a

her with eyes that danced with amusement. His voice was low and teasing.

meeting his almost-smiling,

you think

standing

sunglasses, how could he