Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 388

After a while.

Isadora finally lifted her head from Victor's chest. Her eyes, still red-rimmed from crying, met his with a rare calm as she spoke:

"I got a video from your grandmother at the press conference," she said quietly. "She threatened me with my mother and with Nanette, told me not to say anything about you. That's what hurt me most."

Victor hadn't expected Deanna to stoop so low, to threaten the woman he loved.

How dare she?

His brow furrowed as he struggled for words, a heavy weight pressing against his chest, leaving him breathless.

"I'm sorry, Isadora. I... I didn't know..."

Isadora stepped back, wiping her tears away with the back of her hand.

"So Deanna never wanted us to be together. She thinks I'm not good enough for you."

Victor swallowed hard, his voice rough. "I won't let you leave me."

Isadora's dark, clear eyes met his, but they were devoid of warmth. She asked softly, "Victor, do you love me?"

He gripped her hand, searching her face, his gaze deep as a midnight sea. "I do."

"How much?"

voice trembling with a quiet desperation. "If I told

lashes fluttered.

"Would you marry me?"

to marry you," Victor replied, every word earnest, a faint light flickering in his

of his gaze. She paused, then lifted her head

He looked down at her for a long moment, then

The Fitzgerald Mansion.

the living room, enjoying a cup of tea at

several housekeepers wheeled carts loaded

fashions: vibrant, elegant dresses in every color, shimmering as they passed. Gleaming jewelry sparkled among the piles, along with

their path, her tone sharp. "What

their heads, answering

us to put these things in his

was coming home

hide her shock-or

fifteen. With so many homes of his own, even when she and her husband dragged him home, he'd

sensing

moving back, why are all

in?"

of the housekeepers replied in

had the words left her