Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 194

Isadora’s eyelashes fluttered, and for a moment, she felt like a delicate porcelain doll—handled with the utmost care, as if she might shatter at the slightest touch.

The air seemed to stand still.

Her lashes trembled again, shadows flickering in her eyes.

“Victor, I think we should… break—”

She didn’t even finish the word.

Suddenly, she felt something cool encircle her wrist—a bracelet, icy and unfamiliar. Isadora lifted her hand and saw a breathtaking sapphire bracelet glittering against her pale skin. The design was elegant and refined, the chain smooth and delicate, perfectly complementing each blue gem. The sapphires themselves were clear and luminous, each one catching the light differently, making her wrist look even more slender and fair.

“What’s this?” she asked, unable to hide her surprise.

“A gift. Something I picked up on my business trip,” Victor replied.

“It must’ve cost a fortune,” she said, eyeing it warily.

Victor arched an eyebrow, a hint of mischief in his expression. “You couldn’t afford it even if you sold yourself.”

She rolled her eyes. “Then I don’t want it. It’s way too expensive—I could never pay you back.”

He shrugged, utterly unfazed. “Okay. Then I’ll just throw it away.”

To her astonishment, Victor actually reached over, unfastened the bracelet from her wrist, and with a practiced flick, made as if to toss it straight into the trash.

“Hey!” Isadora cried, scrambling upright and snatching the bracelet from his hand before he could let go. “You’re really going to throw it out?”

No matter how expensive a piece of jewelry was, it couldn’t possibly survive such a casual toss.

Victor just smirked. “Once I give something away, there’s no taking it back.”

It was her first time here, and she hadn’t even had a chance to look around before Victor had swept her off her feet—quite literally.

Taking in her surroundings, Isadora realized this bedroom was nearly a thousand square feet—larger than her entire living room back home. Warm ivory tones radiated luxury, and a long row of walk-in closets stretched along one wall.

She opened the closet door, stunned by the rows of limited-edition dresses, all from the current season. She couldn’t even begin to count their value.

Her own shirt and skirt from last night were stained and wrinkled, so she grabbed a pale blush blouse and a pair of jeans from the closet—unsurprised when they fit perfectly.

Standing in front of the full-length mirror, Isadora took in her reflection: fair, flawless skin with a delicate pink flush, dressed in a chic office ensemble. The sapphire bracelet on her wrist sparkled, the perfect finishing touch.

For a moment, she felt like a pampered songbird in a gilded cage.

She shook her head to clear the thought and opened the bedroom door.

In the living room stood a woman—tall and elegant in a sky-blue dress, a cream trench coat draped over her shoulders. Her long black hair was gathered in a sleek ponytail, and she radiated a quiet, poised beauty.