Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 481

Victor gently lifted her chin, making her look at him. His voice was low and steady.

"Remember what I told you? When I was little, my mother was kidnapped. Nannie's father was working as a driver for my family back then. He died trying to protect her during the abduction."

"That's why my grandmother took Nannie in, to repay the debt to the Hayes family. To me, the Fitzgeralds have always been a big family-one more, one less, I barely noticed her."

"As for what you said about childhood sweethearts-I swear, from the very beginning, it's only ever been you."

Isadora met Victor's dark gaze, staring into eyes that were sincere and fathomless, like the depths of a midnight lake.

Her eyelashes trembled ever so slightly.

She didn't doubt what Victor said. He had no reason to lie about this.

But women, she thought, sometimes need more than facts. What they want is a sense of security, and love that is undivided.

She gave a soft "Mm."

Victor's eyes lingered on her for a moment. His tone was gentle but firm. "Isadora, if something's bothering you, you need to tell me."

At that, Isadora couldn't help but speak up. "In that photo... she was holding your hand, she-"

Victor squeezed her hand, firm and reassuring. "It was just the camera angle. I'd had a few drinks, but the moment she leaned in, I pulled away."

Isadora lowered her head, lost in thought.

Worried she might spiral into overthinking, Victor's voice grew a touch anxious. "Really, I swear other than you, I've never touched another woman."

after a pause, said quietly, "I believe you." "You don't look

almost looked like she was just placating

felt a

did that picture even come

did women always

he? She said she believed him-yet

Half? Maybe less.

changed the

"I'll make something."

head for the kitchen, but Isadora

stayed at

in ages. The

for a white. The only reason the place@as livable was because she'd hired a cleaner to come by once

swept over the small

more properties than he could count-every one of them a luxury penthouse, a sprawling estate, or a suite in some five-star hotel he'd invested

seeing that Isadora had no intention of leaving,

wanted to

pulled out his

suit jacket, tossed his expensive watch on the table, rolled

with filtered water

fifteen minutes later, the

to answer

two heavy grocery bags. He looked up

See Victor, sleeves rolledet