Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 389

Deanna's pupils constricted sharply. She couldn't even get a full sentence out.

Isadora slipped her hand around Victor's arm, leaning so close it was as if she was clinging to him for dear life.

But deep in her eyes, cold and bright as winter stars, flashed a trace of hatred she could no longer hide.

Watching Deanna's panic and shock, Isadora's lips curled slowly into a faint, satisfied smile.

Victor glanced down, his eyes dark and unreadable as he watched Isadora's gesture. He slid his arm around her slender waist, pulling her halfway into his embrace.

"Isadora's expecting," he announced calmly. "Once my father's hundred-day memorial has passed next month, we'll be getting married."

The household staff, hearing this, lowered their heads so far they nearly buried their faces in their chests. No one dared even to breathe.

"What did you just say?!"

There was a heavy thud.

Deanna's whole body seemed to unravel, her strength gone. She collapsed shakily onto the nearest chair.

Do

his face hard, the corners of his mouth twisting with cold

let so many things happen behind my

threaten Isadora at the

if a

out, "She can't breathe! Somebody,

doctors rushed in from

hurried to treat Deanna, everyone tense

while before Deanna, half-reclined in her chair, finally managed to catch her

dropped to

with Mrs. Fitzgerald. It was Rowena who came to me with

under control so she couldn't say anything about the press conference. Mrs. O Fitzgerald knew nothing about it." Cóntent belongs

Victor's voice was cold, utterly devoid

as she knelt and began to bow her

true, it was all me! Please, sir,

a smile flickered across his lips. "Since you admit it, you know how

but to everyone in the room, his words carried

her face as white as a

"Mrs. Fitzgerald... goodbye."