Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 509

The music flowed from the grand piano—sometimes like a wild, crashing tide battering the rocky shore, other times as gentle as a mountain stream winding through quiet woods.

In that moment, Victor radiated an undeniable magnetism that sent a subtle tremor through Isadora's heart.

When the final note faded, Victor's dark gaze lingered on Isadora from across the room. A wicked curve played at his lips as he crooked a finger in her direction. "Come here."

She moved toward him, almost bewitched, her heartbeat thundering in her ears.

A moment later, Victor's long, deft fingers were tracing their own chaotic melody across her soft skin-a song meant for just the two of them.

Isadora had grown fond of their bedroom in the villa.

Victor had designed it with special touches just for her. The ceiling could transform into a transparent glass dome, revealing a vast expanse of stars overhead. Lying in bed, they could watch the night sky sparkle in comfort and peace.

On clear days, she'd step out onto the small European-style balcony, gazing out at the city's skyline. In the distance, the iconic Fitzgerald Group tower stood tall.

Finley once suggested gifting them a newborn Samoyed puppy as a wedding present.

But both Victor and Isadora declined.

Pudding was simply irreplaceable.

she found herself

wellness coach were constantly by her

stopped by every few days to

felt as if Isadora had become a rare and protected species-pampered and cared for by everyone around

softly, bend down to kiss her forehead, tuck

his work was done, Victor would return and hold

up Nanette for a little outing-to get some fresh air and browse

ended up in a boutique

at home was already overflowing with clothes for both boys and

had been chosen by

to experience the joy of picking things out for her

a tiny onesie, she turned to Nanette. "What do you think? Is this

clothes, but she thought the little bunnies on the front were adorable.

placed the onesie into her

complete with

curiosity was piqued. Isadora had just picked a girl's outfit, and now she was eyeing something for a boy. "So, do you think it's a boy or a girl this time? Have you

warmth softened Isadora's features as she smiled. "We haven't checked. Victor

you even realize how many times you've mentioned Victor since we