Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 341

Preston had already taken a hit from Victor on the Southside development project. Now, hearing this new piece of news, his anger flared up again, hotter than ever.

He clasped his hands behind his back, pacing the length of the room like a caged animal.

“Oh, so President Fitzgerald thinks he can get away with anything, huh?” he spat. “It’s not enough that he screws me over in business—now he wants to steal the woman I’ve got my eye on?”

Rowena sat on the edge of the bed, tears streaming down her face. A little while ago, she’d nearly been seen naked by a bunch of men when she’d fallen into the water. The thought of it made her chest ache with humiliation.

Victor, if you’re going to treat me like this because of Isadora, then I’ll make you both regret it. She steeled herself. Right now, her only goal was to stoke Preston’s resentment against Victor and turn him into her weapon.

Preston, still fuming, shot a glance at the crying woman on the bed. “Enough already. Stop the waterworks, will you? You’re giving me a headache.”

Rowena wiped her eyes, red and puffy. “Mr. Dunbar, I need your help.”

“Help? What do you want me to do, exactly?” He scoffed. “You think the Dunbar Group can take on the Fitzgeralds? Who do you think you are, that I’d risk making an enemy of Victor for you?”

Rowena shook her head quickly. “That’s not what I meant. I just think it’s not worth it for you, Mr. Dunbar. Victor’s messing with me just to provoke you.”

Preston rubbed his chin, his eyes wandering over Rowena with obvious intent. Her clothes were still damp, her pink dress clinging to her skin and accentuating every curve. The pale stretch of her thighs drew his gaze.

“You know, you’re actually not bad to look at,” he commented.

Rowena recoiled under his stare, goosebumps prickling her skin as she realized the danger she was in.

“Mr. Dunbar, I—I should probably take a shower first,” she offered, edging away.

He rolled his eyes and took a step toward her. “A shower? What for? Waste of time,” he grumbled, and before Rowena could react, he grabbed her dress and tore it open.

She gasped in shock, instinctively wrapping her arms around herself. “No, please… I’m not ready.”

Preston sneered. “Didn’t you say Victor wants you? Well, just imagine—his woman in my bed. That thought alone is enough to make my day.”

Without another word, he pushed her down.

“Mr. Dunbar,” she said, her voice raw but steady, “I know you want to get back at Victor, but just using me for a quick thrill can’t be all that satisfying.”

Preston sprawled on the sofa, cigarette dangling from his lips as he scrolled through photos of women on his phone. He smirked. “Oh? Got a better idea? Let’s hear it.”

Bastard.

“If you managed to get your hands on Victor’s ex, now that would really hit him where it hurts. And she’s even more beautiful than I am.”

“His ex?” Preston arched an eyebrow, interest piqued.

Rowena thought for a moment. If Isadora went to her check-up alone and didn’t list a father on the paperwork, there was only one explanation—they must have fought.

“That’s right. Victor’s ex. If you sleep with her, he can’t really object, can he? And that would be a real victory over him, wouldn’t it?”

She saw Preston considering her words, so she pressed on, “Mr. Dunbar, let me show you a photo. She’s a hundred times prettier than any of those women on your phone.”