Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 198

Based on his years as a doctor, Gideon knew for certain—his face was ruined beyond recognition.

No amount of plastic surgery could save him now; the skin on his face had been slashed so brutally, it was barely holding together in shreds.

Even the most hardened kidnappers, men who’d seen it all, couldn't help swallowing hard at the sight.

They already knew just how ruthless this man could be—they’d witnessed it firsthand last time.

Yet here they were, caught by him again, all because of the same woman.

A scream tore through the tense silence.

Elise had never seen anything so horrific. Her legs threatened to give out, her stomach twisted in agony, and panic forced her to break.

“I’ll talk—I’ll tell you everything! It was him, all him! I don’t know anything else, I swear!”

Sobbing, Elise dropped to her knees, pressing her forehead to the floor, begging for mercy.

“Please, sir, for the sake of my baby—just let me go!”

Victor’s laugh was cold and sharp, a predator’s smile devoid of pity.

“Ms. Harrison, that baby isn’t mine. I’m not feeling particularly merciful.”

Hearing Elise betray him broke Gideon’s heart, but she was the woman he loved, and she was carrying his child.

He’d give anything for her.

Even as pain wracked his body, Gideon forced himself upright, summoning the last of his strength.

“It was me—I did it, all of it! Leave her and... my child out of this. If you want revenge, take it out on me.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the heavy front doors burst open again.

Everyone turned.

Magnus stood framed in the doorway, a storm of rage radiating from him. The light behind him masked his expression, but the anger burning in his presence was unmistakable—a force of nature, relentless and furious.

Victor saw him and shrugged, strolling forward with casual indifference.

He clapped Magnus on the shoulder. “She’s all yours to deal with.”

At the door, Victor paused and glanced back, his voice dripping with mockery. “You’ve been played for a fool, Magnus. Maybe next time, I’ll send you a proper hat to match.”

Magnus glared at the two of them, his dark eyes venomous.

Outside, the driver saw Victor approaching and hurried to open the car’s back door, bowing slightly in respect.

The car slid smoothly onto the main road.

Kemp sat in the front seat, curiosity finally getting the better of him.

“Mr. Fitzgerald, why didn’t you just finish those two off yourself? Why bring Magnus into this?”

Victor lounged in the center seat, legs crossed, his handsome face unconcerned as he glanced up lazily.

“Elise only ever cared about Magnus. So, let the man she loves be the one to send her off. Remember, Kemp—if you really want to destroy someone, you go for the heart.”

Besides, it would ensure Magnus stayed far away from Isadora.

Victor had never pretended to be an honorable man.

He wanted Isadora.

He wanted her world to revolve around him—and him alone.

Just thinking of her made his lips curl into a satisfied smile. Pleasure danced in his eyes as he pulled out his phone and dialed a number he knew by heart.