Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 347

Isadora stopped in her tracks. “Mom, what are you talking about?"

Eleanor shot her a look. "Trust me, I know what I'm seeing. That Terrell boy is polite, well-educated, and he's from the Fawcett family-a family known for generations of scholars. They'd never look down on you because of your background. If he really likes you, I think you should give it a try."

The more Isadora listened, the less comfortable she felt.

"Stop. Terrell and I aren't what you think. I don't like him like that."

Eleanor waved her off. "Oh, 'like'-what does that even matter? You liked Magnus

at first, then things got all complicated with Victor. But neither of those men

were... right for you..."

Eleanor suddenly realized she'd said too much.

She quickly backtracked. "Isadora, I'm sorry. I just don't want your life to be so hard, that's all."

"Let's not

Preston rolled out of bed and slipped on his

lay sprawled on the sheets, the fading bruises on her skin now joined by fresh, angry welts-red and raw to

days, whenever Preston had a spare moment, he'd summoned her for his own vicious release. And he never used

more nights like this, and she

by Preston's wealth. Rich men could be just as stingy. Every time he was finished, he'd toss her a

smell on her

a sneer. "When are you going to get me that woman?

eye with the back of her hand and bit down hard on her lip. She drew a shaky breath, then mustered a brittle smile as she turned around. "Mr.

*

Evening.

office, Isadora followed the address Wendy had texted her and ended up at a small restaurant tucked away in a quiet

walked a short distance

dining room, she spotted Wendy and greeted her with a smile. "Why'd you pick this place? And a private room, too? Why not just

let

truth was, Rowena had begged Wendy to help set up this meeting

tearful pleas wore her down-she argued that et even criminals deserved a second chance, that she just wanted