Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 399

Victor waved his hand. "You can all leave now."

The six housekeepers bowed and quietly filed out, leaving the room in sudden silence.

Isadora couldn't help herself. "Is everyone in the Fitzgerald family always this... old-fashioned?"

She caught herself before saying "old-fashioned," and rephrased, "I mean, is this just how things are done here?"

It wasn't just the estate's stately, imposing architecture; the entire atmosphere seemed steeped in tradition, every detail bound by unspoken rules.

Isadora had only realized it after moving in yesterday.

Here, the staff followed strict protocols, their every gesture deliberate and formal. Any little mistake, and they'd kneel or apologize as if their lives depended on it. Victor reached over, tucking a stray lock of her hair gently behind her ear. "The Fitzgerald Mansion has carried on these traditions for well over a century. Generations of the family have lived under this roof."

He paused, his voice gentle. "Once we're married, you can live wherever you want. And if you decide to stay here, you're free to change anything you like, make it your own."

"Why?" Isadora asked, searching his eyes.

was unwavering, deep and sincere as he looked straight at her. "Because you're going to be my wife. My home, my legacy-every right I have, I'll share with

eyes, her heart tangled

knew she was using him just to spite Deanna... surely he'd

lower her

later, Isadora

agreed to an exclusive interview with a

that had just been brought in, she chose a white Chanel tweed

took her hand and led her

to the centerpiece: a massive walnut table, its surface dark and polished to a mirror-like shine Alongside it stood vintage,

plum silk gown that shimmered subtly beneath the chandelier's glow. A string of luminous pearls graced her neck, and her silver hair was

Deanna's eyes as

a tailored, silver-gray suit that

Deanna's nephew and

Isadora's hand, strode over calmly and pulled out a chair for her, seating her at

moment, Virgil Black didn't spare Isadora a glance. Instead, he offered Victor a genial smile. "Victor, it's been ages. When we heard you were back, your aunt

they'd both rushed over after receiving