Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 133

Victor’s life began with privilege.

He was given the finest education, access to every exclusive resource money could buy.

But what his family offered in luxury, they lacked in warmth.

Raised in a house where affection was replaced by cold, transactional exchanges, Victor became the perfect heir—ruthless, calculating, and as unyielding as steel.

If it hadn’t been for the appearance of that little girl all those years ago, he might have grown into something far worse—reckless, perhaps even heartless.

Suddenly, Isadora heard Victor’s low, dangerously enticing voice in her ear.

“Sleep with me once, and I’ll hand you the entire Vaughan Group. What do you say?”

Isadora froze.

He made the offer as casually as if he were gifting her a piece of jewelry.

And perhaps, for him, it really was that simple.

Still, her heart fluttered with a mix of fear and excitement.

Victor probably expected her to blush and look away.

Instead, in the next instant, Isadora reached up, looped her arms around his neck, pulled his head down, and kissed him—hard.

For the first time, she was the one in control.

*

Capitolion was hosting an exclusive financial summit—the most prestigious event on the calendar.

Only the most powerful corporations were invited, with Wainwright Holdings and the Fitzgerald Group right at the top of the list.

Magnus found himself surrounded by a cluster of CEOs and high-level executives, all eager to flatter him.

He was well aware Victor would be here tonight—and had come prepared for it.

Just then, the grand doors to the ballroom swung open again.

Victor entered, surrounded by a retinue of power brokers and financial experts. His charcoal-grey three-piece suit was impeccably tailored, every line emphasizing his commanding presence. The knot of his tie was styled to perfection, a crisp white pocket square echoing the color of his shirt. From head to toe, he radiated aristocratic confidence.

The summit chairman and a circle of industry veterans hovered at his side as he strode in, exuding a relaxed dominance.

When Magnus caught sight of him, something dark flickered in his eyes.

Everyone was watching to see just how far this rivalry would go.

Victor had just returned from abroad, unimpressed by Capitolion’s social niceties and indifferent to the rituals of deference. He barely acknowledged the respectful greetings around him.

But when he caught sight of Magnus standing alone, he allowed himself a faint, mocking smile.

The summit was about to begin, and everyone started making their way to their assigned seats.

In a move clearly meant for drama, the organizers had placed Magnus and Victor side by side.

Financial reporters, sensing a rare photo opportunity, hurried to snap a picture of the two powerhouses together.

But the icy glares from both men made them think twice—they quickly lowered their cameras and vanished.

Magnus’s voice was cold and venomous. “So, Victor, you went after my woman just to insult me? That’s a pretty low move, even for you.”

Victor gave a sharp, sardonic laugh. “Please, Mr. Wainwright. You’re not important enough for me to go to so much trouble.”

The veins in Magnus’s hand bulged as he gripped his seat.

“Isadora’s not the type of woman you can just toy with. Name your price, whatever you want. Just remember—if word gets out that President Fitzgerald is wearing my old shoes, it won’t exactly do wonders for your reputation, will it?”