Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 397

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.

watched her for a long while, then bent and pressed a gentle

"Goodnight, my Isadora."

slipped carefully

rose and

the softness in his gaze faded,

and imposing, with its main house flanked by

posture composed and commanding, dressed in

passed through a long corridor, crossed the back garden, and paused at the door of a

door and

in a carved wooden

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

Resting on her knees was a

eyes cold

voice was ragged, hoarse. "That was

gave a mirthless laugh, his tone icy. "Would Pattie

Fitzgerald family, commanding respect-even Dorian Fitzgerald had deferred

her own grandson-the boy she'd raised with her own hands -would

darkened her

if I gave the order?" she snapped.

his voice cut through the room like

a finger on Isadora again. This is

sound

the photograph of Dorian at

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