Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 427

Victor's eyes were dark and unreadable-a pair of sharp, obsidian irises that lingered on Isadora's radiant face, studying her every delicate feature with unwavering intensity.

For a long moment, he said nothing. The silence stretched between them, thick

and heavy.

Isadora's heart fluttered anxiously in her chest. She nervously twisted her fingers, unsure what to expect.

Then, Victor spoke—each word slow and deliberate, as if sealing a vow: "I could never be angry with you. Not ever."

His tone was so sincere, so solemn, that it sounded like a promise spoken beneath stained glass.

Isadora felt her eyes sting with sudden emotion. She quickly pressed her forehead to Victor's chest, hiding her face so he wouldn't see the tears brimming

in her eyes.

Against her ear, his steady heartbeat pulsed strong and unwavering, the sound echoing all the way to her own chest-a deep, grounding rhythm that made her feel both safe and weak at the knees.

After a while, Isadora finally managed to collect herself. Her voice was thick with emotion as she sniffled, "I don't even have a dress for the party tonight."

Victor had expected her to say something sweet, maybe even a little grateful for his words. He hadn't anticipated such an abrupt shift to party attire.

This woman... truly had a knack for spoiling the mood.

she was his wife, and that meant

"Just wait. Tonight, you'll be the

again reminded of just how dazzling the power of wealth

hardwood floors and casting a golden sheen over the lavish space. Servants moved carefully, maneuvering rows of garment racks laden with sumptuous evening gowns-each one more breathtaking

beauty. Off to the side, a collection of priceless jewelry sparkled-diamond

entire room had transformed

into bespoke designer gowns, strutting a slow circle before Isadora, displaying each piece for her

back on the sofa, one arm draped along the backrest, the other wrapped comfortably around Isadora's

dress was a new, exclusive design-this season's

were stunning, each

just pointed to one at random. "That one, I

the

a white gown with

a daringly low back,

behind her

shimmering

caught the light.

casual choice

expression turning oddly tense. "Are

reluctant look on his face and couldn't help but tease

Vightened, his tongue

in silent After a