Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 282

Carla never expected Isadora to fight back like that. Caught off guard by the sudden kick, she crashed to the floor.

She scrambled to her feet and lunged at Isadora, rage twisting her features. “Isadora! You ungrateful brat! I should’ve smothered you in your crib all those years ago!”

Carla’s eyes were wild now, her mind clearly snapped. She snatched a syringe from a nearby medical tray—who knew what was in it.

Isadora bolted for the door. She grabbed the handle and yanked, but it was locked tight.

Carla stalked after her, her glare full of venom. “Running, are we? You think you can steal what belongs to my Pearl? You filthy little wretch! You think you can take her place?”

Isadora kicked frantically at the door, but it wouldn’t budge. She spun around, trapped.

Carla advanced, step by relentless step.

“What is that?” Isadora demanded, eyes darting to the syringe.

Carla sneered. “This? It’s an addictive drug. One hit, and you’ll be hooked for life.” She licked her lips, recalling horror stories from prison. “All I have to do is inject you, and everyone will think you overdosed and fell off the roof tonight. Isn’t that perfect?”

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In the security office, a guard was flipping through surveillance feeds, scrutinizing each frame.

Magnus hovered anxiously behind him, eyes fixed on the monitors.

Suddenly, a shadow flickered near the stairwell—a woman, moving furtively. Magnus recognized her instantly. She was the middle-aged woman who’d slinked away in the parking lot earlier. Then, as quickly as she appeared, she was gone.

Magnus didn’t hesitate. He dashed for the stairs, shouting Isadora’s name as he bounded upward.

Halfway up, he heard her scream for help.

Without a second thought, he threw his weight against the heavy door at the top. It burst open.

Inside, he saw a woman dressed head-to-toe in black, syringe poised above Isadora.

Magnus didn’t stop to think. He charged across the room and kicked Carla hard, sending her sprawling.

He rushed to Isadora’s side, quickly untying the ropes binding her wrists. “Are you alright?” he asked, voice tight with concern.

They hurried to the surgical waiting room and found Isadora sitting outside, her face pale and blank, staring at nothing.

Faustina’s rage boiled over. Her eyes rimmed red with fury. “Isadora—it was you, wasn’t it? You said you broke up with my son, so why are you still here, endangering him?”

“You’re a curse! My son’s been in the hospital again and again because of you. Why wasn’t it you who got stabbed? How can you be so poisonous?”

Genevieve stepped in, blocking her path. “Mom, Isadora didn’t stab Magnus. Why are you blaming her?”

“If it weren’t for her, Magnus wouldn’t be lying in there! Let go of me—I swear I’ll make her pay for this!” Faustina shoved Genevieve aside and lunged at Isadora, hand raised to slap her.

But before she could strike, a strong hand caught Faustina’s wrist from behind.

Faustina spun around, but before she could react, she was forcefully pulled away and thrown to the floor.

Isadora looked up, dazed, and saw Victor—his strikingly handsome face cold and unreadable, towering above them.

He met her gaze, his expression unreadable, every inch the man in control.