Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 31

Seeing Magnus silently nursing his drink, Sammy knew he’d given tacit consent.

Truth be told, Sammy had always liked Isadora much more than Elise. He actually got along pretty well with Isadora, and over the years, he’d seen firsthand just how much she’d given up for Magnus.

But then there was Elise—always playing the damsel, always finding some excuse to lean on Magnus. Sammy could never figure out why Magnus didn’t just push her away.

Maybe, he thought, after five years of unconditional devotion, Isadora had simply spoiled Magnus rotten.

In Sammy’s eyes, Magnus truly loved Isadora—probably even more than he realized himself. He just didn’t know what it was like not to have her there.

Sighing, Sammy picked up his phone and dialed Isadora.

Beeep. Beeep. Beeep…

It was late at night in Brocade Heights.

Isadora lay on her bed, idly tracing her fingers along the crystal bracelet on her wrist, her mind replaying the events of the evening. She’d expected to spend the whole night wide awake, haunted by the image of Magnus carrying Elise away, or maybe by the cold, impatient stares and harsh words from Richard and Eleanor. Maybe even the snide glances and whispered gossip from the socialites circling like sharks.

But to her own surprise, what kept resurfacing were flashes of wild, reckless beauty—the city, vast and blazing with a thousand colors, the rush of wind and speed, and Victor’s deep, mischievous eyes that sparkled like stars.

Suddenly, her phone vibrated with an incoming call.

She glanced at the screen. Sammy.

Back when she could never find Magnus, Sammy was always the one willing to listen, always there to help.

After a moment’s hesitation, she answered. “Hello?”

Her familiar, clear voice drifted across the line.

Magnus’s hand froze mid-sip. He couldn’t help but glance up at Sammy’s phone, tension flickering in his eyes.

Scales started to say something, but one look from Magnus—cold as steel—shut him right up.

Sammy cleared his throat. “Hey, Isadora. Um… Magnus has had a bit too much to drink at the bar tonight. Any chance you could come pick him up?”

“Scales.” Magnus’s voice was glacial. “If I wanted your opinion, I’d ask for it.”

“I’m just looking out for you—”

Magnus stood abruptly, swaying ever so slightly before regaining his balance. “If you really want to help,” he snapped, “then keep your mouth shut.”

Sammy wanted to say something, but the storm brewing around Magnus made him think better of it.

For the first time, Sammy had a sinking feeling that Isadora meant every word—that this time, the breakup was for real.

He glanced at Magnus, and for a moment, he almost pitied him.

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The next morning

Surprisingly, Isadora slept well and woke feeling refreshed. She took her time with her makeup, choosing a soft, natural look. From her wardrobe, she picked out a nude silk blouse and a simple gray pencil skirt—sleek, professional, and effortlessly elegant.