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 danger

should probably take a shower first," she offered,

for? Waste of time," he grumbled, and before Rowena could react, he grabbed her dress and tore it

instinctively wrapping her arms around herself. "No,

woman in my bed. That thought alone is enough to

another word, he

hot and foul, made Rowena's skin crawl. She struggled, pleading with him, "Mr.

groping her with increasing aggression. He paused, propping himself up,

Rowena's face as he stood up, unbuckled his belt, and slid it

shook her head, tears streaming down her cheeks

Afterwards.

red welts

as she clenched her jaw

be the only one left

a bathrobe, fighting through the pain,

raw but steady, "I know you want to get back at Victor, but just using me for a quick thrill can't

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from his lips as he scrolled through photos of women on his phone. He