Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

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 kiss to her

"Goodnight, my Isadora."

he slipped carefully out from under the

and left the

into the hallway, the softness in his gaze faded, replaced by a

was like a fortress-grand and imposing, with its main house flanked by

his posture composed and commanding, dressed in black from head

corridor, crossed the back garden, and paused at the door of a room in

opened the door

slumped in a carved wooden chair, looking

still wearing the elegant, slate-grey suit she'd chosen that afternoon, but her face was ashen, her expression

on her knees was a black-framed photograph

in his pocket, his eyes cold and unreadable. "Why did you do those things to

ragged, hoarse. "That

icy. "Would Pattie have dared

Dorian Fitzgerald had deferred

boy she'd raised with her own hands -would defy her, again and again, all

thought darkened her expression

I gave the order?" she snapped. "Victor,

eyes grew colder. After a long pause, his voice cut through the room like a

a finger on Isadora again. This is the

sound broke

hurled the photograph of Dorian at