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

fluttered.

"Would you marry me?"

replied, every word earnest, a faint

gaze. She paused, then lifted her head

unreadable. He looked down at her

The Fitzgerald Mansion.

in the living room, enjoying a cup of tea

housekeepers wheeled carts loaded

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

path, her tone sharp. "What are

hung their

put these

coming home

hide her

many homes of his own, even when she and

frowned, sensing

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

in?"

housekeepers replied in a whisper, "They're...

words