Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 269

Eleanor had seen it all before.

She understood exactly what was at stake.

Love, once tangled up with money or ambition, lost its purity. It was no better than Isadora staying with Victor just for the Fitzgerald Group’s power and connections.

And Eleanor couldn’t bear the thought of her daughter being belittled like that.

“Isadora, I’d rather be thrown out of the Vaughan family with nothing to my name than see you stoop for the Vaughan Group. Just give those shares back.”

“Mom.”

Isadora’s voice was barely above a whisper.

It had been so long since Eleanor had heard her daughter call her “Mom.” The word caught her off guard, and her eyes stung with tears she tried to hold back.

Isadora’s voice wavered, almost lost in the quiet, and if you listened closely, you could hear the tremor in it.

“I suppose I’m not a good person, and I never really loved Victor all that much. That’s why I could ever agree to treat him like part of a bargain. Someone like me isn’t worth his affection.”

Eleanor let out a long, weary sigh.

*

It was Kemp who told Isadora that Victor’s flight was arriving today.

She drove straight to the airport.

The private terminal was right next to the busy main one, separated only by a row of trees and a high fence.

Isadora arrived early, standing quietly in the shade of the covered walkway near the tarmac.

She hadn’t told Victor she was coming.

She wanted to surprise him.

There was only one week left in their three-month arrangement, and she didn’t want to let any regrets linger. All she wanted now was a little time to simply enjoy being together.

The weather in Capitolion was glorious today—crystal-clear skies that stretched on forever.

A gleaming A780 private jet rolled onto the runway and taxied to a stop.

The cabin door opened, and a tall, broad-shouldered man descended the stairs.

Several sharply dressed assistants followed, each wheeling a suitcase.

Isadora blinked, taken aback.

Before she could react, Victor took her hand and pressed it firmly against his chest, right over his heart.

The steady, powerful thump of his heartbeat seemed to echo through her palm, sending a flush all the way up her arm.

It had been nearly a week since she’d last seen him.

That warmth—so real, so close—left her a little dizzy and breathless.

Just then, Kemp and the other assistants caught up, all in crisp suits.

Isadora’s cheeks warmed. She quickly slipped her hand away, not quite used to such intimacy in public—especially in front of Victor’s staff.

Victor caught her eye, an amused glint in his gaze, and turned away with a casual air, issuing a few brief instructions to his team.

Kemp nodded and led the others off in a different direction.

Once they were gone, Victor looked back at Isadora, who was pretending to study her shoes.

His lips curled into a mischievous smile as he stepped forward and gently took her hand in his.