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?"

seemed to shed all his pride, his voice trembling with a quiet desperation. "If I told you I'd give you my life,

lashes fluttered.

"Would you marry me?"

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

gaze. She paused, then lifted her head again, her

was unreadable. He looked down at her for

The Fitzgerald Mansion.

sat in the living room, enjoying a cup of tea

carts loaded with goods right through

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

to block their path, her tone sharp. "What are you

their

these things in

was coming home

hide her shock-or

of his own, even when she and

Pattie frowned, sensing something was

young master's moving back, why are

in?"

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

the words left