Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 394

Chapter 397

The night was deep and still.

Moonlight spilled through the balcony like a gauzy veil, casting a gentle, silvery haze over the bedroom. Everything felt warm and peaceful, wrapped in the hush of midnight.

Isadora lay in bed, arms draped around the man beside her, instinctively seeking the comfort of his familiar, pine-scented warmth.

It had been a long, exhausting day.

She was so tired.

She'd thought she wouldn't be able to sleep in the Fitzgerald family's grand estate.

But now, drowsiness weighed heavily on her.

"Victor..." she murmured, half-asleep.

Victor's dark eyes lingered on her, deep and intent. He stroked her soft curls with

a gentle hand, his voice low and tender. "What is it?"

Maybe she was already dreaming. With her eyes closed, Isadora whispered, "Good... night."

Moments later, the room fell silent, save for the steady, peaceful rhythm of her breathing.

She slept quietly, curled up like a kitten.

bent and pressed a gentle

"Goodnight, my Isadora."

he slipped carefully

rose and left

his gaze faded, replaced by a flash

with its main house flanked by

the rear wing, his posture composed and commanding, dressed in black

the back garden, and paused at the

door and

carved wooden chair, looking drawn and

still wearing the elegant, slate-grey suit she'd chosen that afternoon,

see Victor. Resting on her knees

his eyes cold and unreadable. "Why did you do those

was ragged, hoarse.

his tone icy. "Would Pattie have dared act without

of the Fitzgerald family, commanding respect-even Dorian Fitzgerald had deferred to her. No

her own hands -would

thought darkened her expression even

gave the order?" she

his voice cut through the room

lay a finger on Isadora again. This

sharp sound

the photograph of

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