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!"

and deliberate. "Just taking a page from your own book,

blazed with fury. Without warning, he lunged,

He caught Farrar's punch one-handed, his grip

hand free, but Victor held tight, and

hulking man in a dark suit, immediately drew his

scrambled for cover-the croupier went pale and collapsed to the floor

"Farrar, this is Capitolion, not some lawless

the table, his expression twisted, eyes bloodshot with hate.

gave Kemp a

across the table,

young boy, no older than seven, were

"Maybe they'd like

the screen-on his wife and son. Hatred darkened his face.

voice icy.

Farrar's temple. After a long, tense moment, he jerked his hand in

reluctantly tossed the gun to the

quickly swept up the

squad of police officers burst through the doors,

arrest for arms trafficking and drug distribution. Put

contorted, and

more ruthless than thought should've finished you and

Farrar lunged under the table, pulling out a

as he squeezed the

room, chaos erupting in an

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

of the

outside, Victor finally checked his phone. The instant he saw the messages, his composure cracked His expression

the keys. "Parked out front. The