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."

response was firm. "Let's

out of bed and

sheets, the fading bruises on her skin now joined

release. And he never used the same method twice-first it was a belt, then electric shocks, and

this, and

he was finished, he'd toss her a few

Rowena's stomach turn. The lingering smell

lounged on the sofa, lighting a cigarette and curling his lips into a sneer.

corner of her 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. Dunbar, it won't be fong now. Just wait for my good

*

Evening.

Wendy had texted her and ended up at a small

and walked a short

her with a smile. "Why'd you pick this place? And a private room, too? Why not just eat

a laugh. "Don't let the looks fool you-the food here is actually

up this meeting with Isadora. She wanted

her down-she argued that et even criminals