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?"

his voice trembling with a quiet desperation. "If I told you I'd give you my

lashes fluttered.

"Would you marry me?"

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

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

looked down at her for

The Fitzgerald Mansion.

enjoying a cup of tea

several housekeepers wheeled carts loaded with goods

overflowed with this season's latest women's fashions: vibrant, elegant dresses in every color, shimmering as they passed.

to block their path, her tone sharp.

their heads,

these things in his

was coming

hide her shock-or her

since he was fifteen. With so many homes of his own,

Pattie frowned, sensing

young master's moving back, why are all these women's clothes

in?"

housekeepers replied in

the words left her