Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 156 Isadora met Victor's gaze, searching the depths of his eyes.

His lashes were dark and thick, casting shadows over irises so deep they seemed almost black, catching flecks of light that shimmered with her delicate reflection.

"Kiss me, Isadora," Victor murmured.

Without a hint of hesitation, Isadora slipped her arms around his neck.

She leaned in close, pressing gentle kisses across his strong brows, down the elegant bridge of his nose-soft, lingering pecks, one after another.

Finally, her lips found his, leaving her mark there-tender, claiming.

Victor hadn't expected her to kiss him like this-not with such fervor, not with such abandon.

His eyes darkened, breath catching in his throat; in the quiet darkness of the rooftop, the sound was impossibly loud.

As Isadora started to pull back, Victor's hand caught her at the nape of her neck, drawing her in. His lips cdown on hers, fierce and hungry.

The kiss deepened, turning wild and intoxicating as he tasted her sweetness, teasing and devouring in turns. They traded soft breaths, each touch leaving Isadora dizzy, lost in his embrace. Fireworks still bloomed in the night sky, a riot of color above them.

In a shadowed corner of the rooftop, Magnus watched. His eyes burned scarlet, like a wolf's-fixed on the couple locked in their passionate kiss.

His hands clenched so tightly by his sides that the veins stood out starkly against his skin.

Tonight was Isadora's birthday party.

Magnus had driven, almost on autopilot, to the Vaughan family estate. But he hadn't gone inside.

He didn't want to ruin her happiness on her special day.

On the passenger seat beside him, nearly a dozen cell phones were scattered.

Isadora had blocked his number.

Every the'd tried to reach out-every message, every call-she never replied.

So he bought more phones. Ten of them. Every the missed her, he'd send a message from a different number.

Today was her birthday, and Magnus couldn't help himself; he sent her a simple, "Happy birthday." No sooner had he pressed send than Elise called.

He didn't pick up.

Elise was healthy now. He didn't need to be by her side anymore.

It hit him then-every year around this time, he'd always left Isadora alone to care for Elise.

For the first time, guilt and self-loathing twisted inside him.

Outside, guests began to drift out of the Vaughan estate, chatting and laughing as they went.

When someone spotted Magnus sitting in his car, the gossip died instantly.

He stepped out, grabbing a guest and demanding to know what had happened that night.

That's how he learned the truth.

He wanted to rush inside, to protect her.

But then that blinding Lamborghini pulled out of the driveway, Isadora in the passenger seat.

Magnus floored the gas and trailed them all the way here.

Now, watching the woman he once thought was his melt into another man's arms, kissing him with all the love she used to give him-Magnus felt something tear inside. The pain was physical, like a saw tearing through his chest.

His muscles spasmed, his whole body shaking as if every ounce of strength had been leeched away.

He could see Isadora's smile, the light in her eyes-affection he'd once known so well.

He saw it all, clear as day.

Magnus had never known jealousy or hatred like this.

All this time, he'd believed she still loved him.

And now, the realization was absurdly cruel.

He clenched his fists, fighting the urge to lash out.

Gritting his teeth, he took one heavy step toward them-then stopped.

In the end, he turned and walked away.

Back on the rooftop, Victor finally released Isadora when she was breathless, her face flushed and feverish. He gazed at her, eyes smoldering, dark with intent.

Her heart thundered in her chest.

She had no intention of letting things go any further-not here, not on a rooftop under the stars.

She pushed him away, sitting up and tucking loose hair behind her ear as she tried to steady her heartbeat. Trying to distract herself, Isadora asked, "Why are you so sure it wasn't me?" He hadn't even checked the security footage-just supported her, believed in her, without question.

Victor lounged back, watching the redness creep up her neck. His voice was low and rough with desire. "Whether you did it or not doesn't matter. You're my girlfriend. No one gets to hurt you and get away with it." Isadora's clear eyes drifted to the dazzling night sky. Her voice was barely above a whisper. "Don't be so good to me." I'm afraid I'll fall so far into this dream that I'll never find my way back out when you leave... So, Victor, please don't be so good to me...

Victor leaned back, lazily. "Alright then, Miss Vaughan. Why don't you be good toinstead?" With that, he drew her hand toward him, guiding it somewhere warm.

She yelped in surprise, yanking her hand away as if scalded.

Her face turned even redder, her whole body flushed. Her voice was flustered, a little sulky. "You're impossible. Is that all you ever think about?"

Victor's black silk shirt was unbuttoned just enough to reveal the was a lines of his collarbone. There w N hint of mischief in his sharp, handsfeatures, making his roguish charm all the more evident. He grinned, eyes glinting. "I didn't say a word. Did I?" Did he really need to? He'd made his intentions more than clear.

"Jerk!" * Lately, Nanette's career had gone into a tailspin-faster than a freefall.

After her ex-boyfriend held a press conference first, no one believed a word she said, no matter how she tried to explain.

The world was always harsher on women-especially women in them spotlight! It was like being measured by the strictest ruler imaginable. Nanette had gone back to square one.

She accepted every gig, grateful for whatever she could get.

She'd missed Isadora's birthday party because of work, so she made it up to her the next day.

A cozy coffee shop.

Nanette was fuming. "That snake Pearl! I can't believe she set you up like that. I'd love to give her a real shove myself!" "Victor already took care of it for me. And this cake is amazing-have a bite," Isadora said, offering her a forkful. Nanette took a bite, the sweetness melting on her tongue, and sof her anger faded.

"Look at you, with the king of the city watching over you. Even the way you talk sounds different now." Isadora blushed.

"Oh, I see how it is! You're blushing already. Last night must've been wild, huh?" Images from the night before flashed through Isadora's mind-their tangled bodies, the way Victor hadn't let her go until nearly dawn.

They'd tried every way imaginable. She felt as if she'd beca contortionist overnight.

Nanette tilted her head, thinking. "But it's weird. With so many people there last night, and with Mr Fitzgerald's popularity, I can't believe there's not a single mention of the two of you trending online today."