Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 412

Certainly.

Terrell had to admit—it was torture watching them together.

But he couldn't help it; he just wanted to see if she was happy.

And if she wasn't… deep down, a greedy hope would stir inside him. Maybe, just maybe, he could be the one to comfort her.

He let out a weak laugh, his smile tinged with resignation.

"We're both in the same boat, aren't we? Just a couple of losers in Victor's game."

Magnus snorted. "I just hope Victor treats her right. If he doesn't, you better believe I'll fight to win her back."

Terrell glanced in the direction Isadora had gone, but she was already out of sight.

"If Victor is willing to announce their engagement at a time like this, he must mean it."

He paused, then looked Magnus straight in the eye. "As for you, you have even less of a chance than I do."

Magnus's face darkened, but he couldn't argue with the truth.

Isadora!

How could you be so heartless—leaving just like that?

And making it look so effortless.

*

Sunlight spilled softly over Capitolion. The Ferrari sped along the boulevard, tree shadows drifting by the windows.

In the driver's seat, Victor had shed his black suit jacket. His white shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, revealing the sharp lines of his jaw and the tantalizing pale skin at his throat and collarbone. He'd rolled up his sleeves, exposing strong, muscular arms—the very picture of masculine power.

Victor gripped the steering wheel with one hand. His other hand reached across the console, lacing his fingers through hers.

Isadora wriggled, trying to pull her hand away, but his grip was firm.

"Can you please just focus on the road?"

Victor's eyes narrowed thoughtfully. It was time to make plans.

Whatever other women had, his woman would have too.

A few moments passed, and the blush faded from Isadora's cheeks. She suddenly remembered something.

"Why did you lie during the interview? You said you'd loved me since we were kids."

Victor replied, "Who says I was lying?"

She frowned. "But we didn't even know each other back then."

Victor spun the wheel, the Ferrari taking a sharp turn. The tires screeched against the pavement.

"Where are we going?" Isadora asked.

This wasn't the way back to the Fitzgerald Mansion.

Victor's lips curled into a mischievous half-smile. "I'm taking you to meet your childhood self."