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.

while, then bent

"Goodnight, my Isadora."

he slipped carefully out

rose and

softness in his gaze faded, replaced by a

a fortress-grand and imposing, with its main house flanked by four smaller wings, all in timeless,

in black from head to

and paused at

opened the door

carved wooden chair,

chosen

on her knees was a

eyes cold

hoarse.

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

family, commanding respect-even Dorian Fitzgerald had deferred to her.

own hands -would defy her, again

thought darkened her expression even

the order?" she snapped. "Victor,

his voice cut through the

on Isadora again. This is the last time I'll say

The sharp sound

photograph of Dorian at

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