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.

long while, then bent and pressed

"Goodnight, my Isadora."

carefully out from under the

and left the

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

its main

and commanding, dressed in

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

the door and

carved

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

Resting on her knees was a

pocket, his eyes cold and unreadable.

ragged, hoarse.

mirthless laugh, his tone icy. "Would Pattie

always been the matriarch of the Fitzgerald family, commanding respect-even Dorian Fitzgerald had deferred to her. No one had ever challenged her

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

her expression

the order?" she

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

finger on Isadora again. This is

The sharp sound

the photograph

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