Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Eleanor hurried in, nearly breathless.

The moment she spotted Nanette, her voice trembled with worry. "How's Isadora? Is she alright?"

Nanette's eyes were red, heart aching at the memory of Isadora gritting her teeth against the pain. “They just took her into the delivery room."

Eleanor's gaze darted anxiously around the hospital corridors. "Where's Victor? Isn't he supposed to be here? She's about to give birth, for heaven's sake-why isn't he here?"

Nanette clenched her jaw. "His phone's off. I can't reach him."

With no other options, Eleanor clutched the silver cross at her neck and stepped aside. Hands clasped, she began to pray under her breath, "Please, keep Isadora and her baby safe."

On the other side of the hospital, Finley had just arrived after hearing Isadora was in labor.

But as soon as Nanette saw him, all her pent-up frustration toward Victor spilled over. "Isadora's about to give birth and Victor's nowhere to be found! Men- honestly, you're all the same."

"Alright, alright, calm down. I'll try calling Victor now," Finley said, quickly pulling out his phone.

He dialed Victor's number. The call rang out-cold, mechanical, with no answer.

Nanette nearly exploded with rage, her face flushed and her hands shaking. "If something happens to Isadora or the baby, Victor will regret it for the rest of his life!"

*

At the casino, Farrar's face twisted into a scowl as he ended his call.

With a loud crash, he kicked the poker table, chips scattering everywhere.

He glared at the man across from him—a handsome, composed figure with an air

of reserved power. "Well, Victor! I really underestimated you, didn't I? You've ruined my business overseas, and now you're trying to wipe me out here too. Damn you!"

up, his tone slow and deliberate. "Just taking a page

warning, he lunged, swinging a fist

didn't flinch. He caught Farrar's punch one-handed, his

Victor held tight, and with a single flick, sent

man in a dark suit, immediately drew his gun and leveled

swept through the room. Gamblers and dealers scrambled for cover-the croupier went pale and collapsed

"Farrar, this is

leaned forward on the table, his expression twisted, eyes bloodshot with

gave Kemp a

a phone across the

a middle-aged woman and a young boy, no older

curled into a cold smile. "Maybe they'd like to join you

on the screen-on his wife and son. Hatred darkened his face. He ground out each

narrowed, his voice

vein pulsed in Farrar's temple. After a long,

reluctantly tossed

men quickly swept up

burst through the doors, guns drawn and

and drug distribution. Put your hands where we

face contorted, and he

"Victor, you're even more ruthless than thought should've finished you and

under the table, pulling out a hidden

fast as he

across the room, chaos erupting

Farrar's men clashed, trading gunfire. Kemp shielded Victor,

the casino's

instant he saw the messages, his composure cracked His expression turned grim, urgency in his voice. "Where's

handed him the keys. "Parked