Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 396

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.

long while, then bent and pressed a gentle kiss

"Goodnight, my Isadora."

moment, he slipped carefully

and left

Victor stepped into the hallway, the softness in his

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

rear wing, his posture composed and commanding, dressed in black from head to toe. His

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

the door and stepped

carved wooden chair, looking

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

to see Victor. Resting on her knees was a

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

hoarse. "That was Pattie's

gave a mirthless laugh, his tone icy. "Would Pattie have dared act without your

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

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

thought darkened her expression

order?" she snapped. "Victor, do

a long pause, his voice cut through the

This is the

The sharp sound broke

hurled the photograph of Dorian at

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