Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 341

Preston had already taken a hit from Victor on the Southside development project. Now, hearing this new piece of news, his anger flared up again, hotter than ever.

He clasped his hands behind his back, pacing the length of the room like a caged animal.

"Oh, so President Fitzgerald thinks he can get away with anything, huh?" he spat. "It's not enough that he screws me over in business-now he wants to steal the woman I've got my eye on?"

Rowena sat on the edge of the bed, tears streaming down her face. A little while ago, she'd nearly been seen naked by a bunch of men when she'd fallen into the water. The thought of it made her chest ache with humiliation.

Victor, if you're going to treat me like this because of Isadora, then I'll make you both regret it. She steeled herself. Right now, her only goal was to stoke Preston's resentment against Victor and turn him into her weapon.

Preston, still fuming, shot a glance at the crying woman on the bed. "Enough already. Stop the waterworks, will you? You're giving me a headache."

Rowena wiped her eyes, red and puffy. "Mr. Dunbar, I need your help."

"Help? What do you want me to do, exactly?" He scoffed. "You think the Dunbar Group can take on the Fitzgeralds? Who do you think you are, that I'd risk making an enemy of Victor for you?"

Rowena shook her head quickly. "That's not what I meant. I just think it's not worth it for you, Mr. Dunbar. Victor's messing with me just to provoke you."

Preston rubbed his chin, his eyes wandering over Rowena with obvious intent. Her clothes were still damp, her pink dress clinging to her skin and accentuating every curve. The pale stretch of her thighs drew his gaze.

"You know, you're actually not bad to look at," he commented.

goosebumps prickling her skin as she realized the

probably take a shower first," she offered, edging

shower? What for? Waste of time," he grumbled, and before Rowena could react,

her arms around herself. "No, please...

you say Victor wants you? Well, just imagine-his woman in my bed. That thought alone is enough to

he pushed

struggled, pleading with him, "Mr. Dunbar, please...

lost in his own desires, groping her with increasing aggression. He paused,

stood up, unbuckled his belt, and slid it out

tears streaming down her cheeks as she

Afterwards.

Angry red welts crisscrossed her pale

tears slipped from her eyes as she clenched her

couldn't let herself be the only one left broken and dirty by

pulled on a bathrobe, fighting through the pain, and forced herself

Dunbar," she said, her voice raw but steady, "I know you want to get back at Victor, but just

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