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.

smile curled on

Deanna really think she was still the

is so exhausting with all this drama. Honestly, your uncle and

unreadable as he glanced at her. After a moment, he placed his large hand over hers,

clear sign:

all looked stricken, their

himself. "What did you just say, you insolent woman? Haven't your parents taught you anything about respect? When elders are speaking, do

composed, "Respect? I'm carrying the first grandson of the Fitzgerald family, and soon I'll be Mrs. Fitzgerald, in name and in fact. If you want respect, shouldn't you show

fury. He jabbed a finger at Isadora's face. "I thought you were at least

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

jerked his

makes her the lady of the Fitzgerald family. If you can't show her respect, then you're

a resounding smack, Deanna slammed her palm down on the

and aunt this way? Are you

his lips. His tone was icy, his words heavy with warning. "Anyone who mistreats my wife, I don't care

so sharp it could have