Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 277

A few moments passed.

Then a man's cold, deep voice echoed through the grand hall.

"And what if I refuse?"

Victor looked up, his dark eyes glinting with an icy indifference as he cast a chilling glance across the room. That look alone made Deanna feel as if the air itself pressed down on her shoulders.

In that instant, she realized-slowly, but unmistakably-that her grandson was no longer under anyone's control.

Dorian's health had long since forced him to step back from the family's affairs; in reality, he'd been on the sidelines for years. The responsibility to uphold the Fitzgerald family's order, discipline, and century-old traditions now fell squarely on her shoulders. She would not allow any unexpected variable to threaten the very foundation of the Fitzgerald legacy.

Deanna opened her mouth to speak, but her gaze inadvertently landed on the faint marks on Victor's neck. Her expression darkened at once.

this about

his gaze cold as frost, fixed and unblinking.

character all too well. If she'd brought up Isadora by name, it meant she'd already made moves behind his back. Deanna was a woman steeped in tradition-conservative, proud, stubborn, and the staunchest enforcer of the Fitzgerald family's rigid rules. She would never permit a woman of questionable background to set foot in their home. That was precisely why Victor had gone out of

in his stony expression, her heart sank. She had only mentioned the woman's name, and already Victor was growing

how you behave out there, but this is different. You can't get serious with her. Her background, her manners, her breeding-they don't even hold a candle

and sharp, his voice icy. "So you went behind my back to

hardened. Without a word, she nodded to the butler, who stepped forward and produced a phone

what kind of woman she is? She's clever, I'll give her that. She came to me, offered to trade you for money, for her precious Vaughan family. That thirty percent stake in the Vaughan Group? I gave it

from the butler, leafed through it without the slightest concern. So that was why she'd gone back to work at the

"And what of it? If she asked me,

went white-then somehow even

go this far for