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?"

quiet desperation. "If I told you I'd give you my life, would you

fluttered. She

"Would you marry me?"

always wanted to marry you," Victor replied, every word earnest, a faint light flickering

looked away, unable to bear the intensity of his gaze. She paused, then lifted her head again, her voice steady. "I want to

at her

The Fitzgerald Mansion.

enjoying

loaded with goods right through the

shimmering as they passed. Gleaming jewelry sparkled among the piles, along with boxes of

her tone sharp.

hung their heads, answering

asked us to put these things in his dressing room,

coming home to

couldn't hide her shock-or her

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

frowned, sensing something

the young master's moving back, why are all these

in?"

the housekeepers replied in a

sooner had the words