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.

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

"Goodnight, my Isadora."

slipped carefully out from under the

rose and

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

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

posture composed and commanding, dressed in black from head to toe. His footsteps echoed

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

opened the door and

slumped in a carved wooden

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

didn't seem surprised to see Victor. Resting on

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

voice was ragged, hoarse. "That was Pattie's

tone icy. "Would Pattie have

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

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

thought darkened her expression

the order?" she snapped. "Victor, do you want

his voice cut through the room like

Isadora again. This is the last time I'll

sound

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