Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 115

It might actually be smarter to offer Isadora an olive branch herself.

Maybe this would be the chance to lure Isadora back to his side—quietly, without more drama.

Magnus turned to Elise, his tone brooking no argument. “Elise, I can’t help you with this.”

Did she hear that right? Elise stared at him, eyes wide in disbelief. “What?”

“Magnus, you never used to turn me down over something so trivial. Do you… do you honestly hate me now?”

As she spoke the word “hate,” tears welled up in her eyes, glimmering like pearls before they spilled over.

Magnus’s expression hardened for once, his voice steady and serious. “Elise, The Vaughan Group is also competing for M Boutique.”

Understanding dawned on Elise instantly.

It was Isadora—again.

Her composure slipped. She bit her lip, her jaw clenched. “Isadora found out I asked for your help, didn’t she? So she told you not to? Does she really hate me that much?”

“No, Elise. I volunteered to help her.”

It was as if he’d spoken a foreign language—Elise couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She shook her head over and over, this time with real tears streaming down her cheeks.

A sharp ache stabbed through her chest, so intense it felt like she could hardly breathe.

Choking back a sob, she managed, “Magnus, how could you do this to me? I’m the one who’s always loved you most. If your mother hadn’t forced me to leave all those years ago, you’d still be my boyfriend now.”

Magnus’s heart twisted, but he didn’t waver.

“I’m sorry, Elise. Anything else you need, I’ll do—but not this.”

She knew his temperament—once Magnus made up his mind, there was no changing it.

Digging her nails into her palm, Elise forced herself to stay calm.

Elise, you’re gracious. You’re understanding.

If Magnus insists on this, you have to act even more poised and generous. Make him feel guilty.

And when a man feels guilty, he can never truly escape your grasp.

She took a trembling breath and smiled through her tears. “I understand, Magnus. I’m sorry for putting you in this position.”

With that, Elise turned away, tears streaming down her face, and rushed out the door.

Magnus stared at the closed door, knowing he’d hurt her.

But right now, there was only one thing that mattered: he had to win Isadora back.

He gestured to the door, his tone final. “With so many malls making the same offers, I have to prioritize those I have closer ties with. I’m sure you understand. That’s all—see yourself out.”

Isadora found herself escorted out before she could get another word in.

She knew exactly what Mason was implying: the Vaughan family didn’t have any real connection to him. To him, their mall was just another name on a long list.

Frustrated, Isadora returned to her car.

Her phone chimed.

She glanced at the screen—Elise had sent a screenshot of a bank transfer.

Magnus had wired her a million dollars.

Isadora’s already sour mood instantly flared to anger.

Why hadn’t she blocked that woman’s number already? Now Elise was flaunting her victory.

Before she could hit “block,” her phone rang again.

Flustered, she accidentally answered. On the other end came a familiar, low male voice.

“Isadora, come back to me. Let me help you. I’ll make sure M Boutique sets up shop in The Vaughan Group’s mall.”