Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 101

But he’d already promised—he’d agreed to the deal. So why was he suddenly backing out halfway through?

Isadora couldn’t make sense of what was going on in this man’s head.

She took a step forward, closing the distance until she was only a couple feet from Victor.

There was something about him—an undeniable air of authority, a quiet but overwhelming presence, as if he owned whatever space he occupied. Even sitting there, he radiated a kind of pressure that was impossible to ignore.

Nervously, Isadora pressed her lips together and tried to sound as diplomatic as she could. “I don’t think you’re the kind of man who goes back on his word, Mr. Fitzgerald. You agreed to invest eight hundred million. I’m sure you wouldn’t renege on that.”

Victor’s lips curled in a dangerous, mocking smile. “You’re wrong, Miss Vaughan. I can be that petty.”

He let the words hang in the air before his tone shifted, voice sharp as glass. “Actually, should I even call you Miss Vaughan? Or should I call you Magnus’s fiancée? I heard you two even went wedding dress shopping together.”

The chill in his voice sent a spike of anxiety through Isadora’s chest.

How did Victor know she’d been wedding dress shopping? Was he there that day? Did he think she and Magnus were actually getting married?

Maybe Victor believed she’d broken her promise to end things with Magnus, and that’s why he wanted to pull the remaining funds.

Isadora blurted out, “I can explain. That day—it was an accident.”

“Oh?” Victor’s eyes, dark as midnight, pinned her in place, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “What kind of accident? Don’t tell me someone forced you into trying on a wedding dress.”

She hesitated for a moment, then admitted quietly, “No one forced me.”

The words had barely left her mouth before it felt as if the temperature in the room plummeted.

A shiver crawled up Isadora’s spine. She rushed to add, “It’s not what you think. There’s nothing between me and Magnus.”

She met his gaze, desperate. “I’m not the kind of person who goes back on her word.”

Victor unfolded his long legs and stood. He towered over her, easily a head taller, casting a shadow that made her feel small.

He moved closer, so close it felt like he could wrap her up in his arms without even trying.

Isadora’s heart pounded in her chest. As if she’d ever dare to make the heir to the Capitolion fortune her side piece. She couldn’t let this misunderstanding cost her the rest of the investment.

She took a steadying breath, her voice soft and coaxing, “You’re not the other man.”

As she spoke, she tried to subtly step back, just to put a little space between them.

But in the next instant, his hand was at her waist—firm, unyielding—pulling her against his cold, unyielding chest.

Isadora stiffened, tension coiling through her body. She glanced nervously at the door, terrified someone might walk in at that exact moment.

Victor’s eyes were shadowed, unreadable, as he stared down at her, as if trying to uncover every secret she held.

“Why?” he demanded.

She struggled for a moment, but his grip was unmovable. Realizing escape was hopeless on his turf, she closed her eyes and whispered, “You’re the first man I’ve ever been with.”