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!"

barely glanced up, his tone slow and deliberate. "Just taking

with fury. Without warning, he lunged, swinging a fist at

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

but Victor held tight, and with a single flick,

a dark suit, immediately

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

face tense. "Farrar, this is Capitolion,

the table, his expression twisted, eyes bloodshot with hate. "I've lost everything-what do

gave Kemp

across the table, its

no older than

"Maybe they'd like to join you in this

eyes locked on the screen-on his wife and son. Hatred darkened his face. He ground out each word. "Victor. Let them

narrowed, his voice icy. "Drop

long, tense moment, he jerked his hand in

signal, the bodyguard reluctantly tossed the gun to

quickly swept

that instant, a squad of police officers burst through

arms trafficking and drug distribution. Put

contorted, and he

even more ruthless than thought should've finished you and

table,

were lightning fast as he squeezed the

sprayed across the room, chaos erupting in

trading gunfire.

of the

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

him the keys. "Parked