Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 401

Deanna lounged at the head of the table, reclining comfortably in her chair with a smug, self-satisfied smile on her face.

Her narrow eyes narrowed even further, glinting with a venomous cunning-like a viper fixated on its prey, she stared daggers at Isadora Vaughan.

Deanna loathed Isadora.

If not for her, none of this would have happened. Her relationship with Victor Fitzgerald-once so close-had become strained beyond repair.

Once, she merely wanted Isadora to stay far away from Victor.

Now, she wished the woman would drop dead.

She didn't even care about the child Isadora was carrying anymore.

Isadora, you'll learn soon enough: you'll never marry into the Fitzgerald family. Over my dead body.

Isadora could feel Deanna's icy gaze boring into her, cold enough to chill her to the bone. She looked up and locked eyes with Deanna, refusing to back down.

mocking smile curled on Isadora's

she was still the same

"Honey, breakfast is so exhausting with all this

gaze flickered with something unreadable as he glanced at her. After a moment,

a clear sign: he was taking her

Black all looked stricken, their faces twisted with anger

insolent woman? Haven't your parents taught you

carrying the first grandson of the Fitzgerald family, and soon I'll be Mrs. Fitzgerald, in name

at Isadora's face. "I thought you were at least well-bred, but you're nothing but a disgrace! If not for Victor, you wouldn't even deserve to speak to

voice cracked like a whip, sharp and cold as winter frost. His gaze sliced toward Virgil's outstretched

jerked his

but unyielding. "That makes her the lady of the Fitzgerald family. If you can't show her respect,

smack, Deanna slammed her

you treat your uncle and aunt this way? Are you really going to turn

back in his chair, a cold smile flickering on his lips. His tone was icy, his words heavy

Isadora a look so sharp it could have killed