Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 196

The driver parked the car, got out, and opened the rear door.

Victor stepped out gracefully, his long legs unfolding with effortless elegance.

He was dressed to the nines today—dark pinstriped trousers, a pale gray dress shirt with perfectly pressed cuffs, and a meticulously knotted tie that gave him an air of precision and gravitas. He looked every bit like someone fresh from an important meeting.

Kemp straightened the white shirt he wore, pulled out the key he’d prepared in advance, and unlocked the door to the villa.

From inside, the unmistakable sounds of a woman’s moans and a man’s breathless shouts drifted out, intermittent but unmistakable.

“Oh God… yes…”

“Elise, you’re mine!”

“You’re mine, and no one will ever take you from me!”

Upstairs, in the master bedroom.

On the bed, Elise’s cheeks were flushed pink, her whole body caught up in the throes of passion.

Victor’s expression darkened; his eyes glinted with a cold, steely edge as he shot Kemp a look.

Kemp looked just as speechless. Who could have guessed these two would be at it in broad daylight?

He wiped the cold sweat from his brow and muttered, “Mr. Fitzgerald, I’ll… I’ll go drag them out.”

Victor settled into a single armchair in the living room, crossing his legs. Even in this simple pose, the tailored black pants accentuated the sharp lines of his legs, and his mere presence radiated aristocratic poise.

Elise, meanwhile, was lost in the final waves of pleasure.

Suddenly—a thunderous crash!

The two exchanged anxious glances, silently agreeing to make a run for it. But before they could move—

The door was kicked open again, this time with enough force to knock it off its hinges.

Kemp strode in, cold as ice. Like an eagle snatching up chicks, he grabbed each of them by the arm and dragged them unceremoniously into the living room.

Gideon, who was a doctor and not exactly built for brawls, couldn’t break free from the iron grip.

“Let go! You can’t just break into someone’s home in broad daylight! I’ll call the police! Elise, don’t be scared—I’m here,” he shouted, trying to sound brave.

Elise was even less capable of resisting. She clutched her stomach with one hand and hissed, “Who are you? Do you have any idea who I am? I’m the woman Magnus Wainwright, CEO of The Wainwright Group, loves most. If you lay a finger on me, he’ll make you pay!”

Kemp sneered, his voice as cold and lethal as a blade. “And what do you think Magnus will do when he finds out his ‘beloved’ has been cheating behind his back?”