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 pride, his voice trembling with a quiet desperation. "If I told you I'd give you my life, would you believe

lashes fluttered.

"Would you marry me?"

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

lifted her head again,

face was unreadable. He looked down at her for a long moment, then

The Fitzgerald Mansion.

sat in the living room, enjoying a cup of tea at

housekeepers wheeled carts loaded with

dresses in every color, shimmering as they passed. Gleaming jewelry sparkled among the piles, along

block their path, her tone

staff hung their heads, answering

put these things in his dressing room,

was coming

hide her

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

sensing

back, why are all

in?"

replied in

the words left her