Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 42

Magnus was always known for his icy composure, rarely betraying a hint of emotion. Today, however, you could see the storm brewing beneath the surface—barely restrained irritation flickered in his eyes.

During the meeting, when a colleague slipped up and quoted the wrong figure, Magnus tore into him without hesitation, his harsh words leaving the poor man in tears.

Having worked with Magnus for years, everyone around him knew exactly what was eating at him: he was waiting for Isadora to back down. But Isadora had been radio silent for days.

That’s why Lean had quietly fed some information to Richard, hoping he’d pressure Isadora into action.

“There’s word from Wainwright Holdings. They want you to come over,” Richard relayed.

Isadora glanced up at the soaring Fitzgerald Group tower and replied coolly, “I can handle this myself.”

Richard’s expression darkened.

It had been days, and neither of his daughters had shown any signs of progress.

Before calling Isadora, he’d already pressed Pearl about the investment funds. She’d hemmed and hawed, saying she needed a bit more time.

Now, calling Isadora, all he got was another noncommittal answer.

It was enough to drive him mad. The Global Project was set to launch next week, and everything was bottlenecked by funding. He couldn’t afford the slightest hitch.

Forcing himself to sound patient, Richard said, “Isadora, you and Magnus are practically engaged. Stop acting like a child. A woman’s role is to support her man, not to stir up trouble. If you want a man to truly care for you, learn to be agreeable. Just apologize to Magnus—there’s no need to let trivial matters escalate.”

Isadora let out a cold laugh. “So my worth is measured by Magnus now?”

Richard fell silent. He didn’t answer.

In his mind, his daughters were always destined for strategic marriages, each doing their part for the Vaughan family’s success. That’s why, even after twenty years, he hadn’t given up on grooming Pearl for the same fate.

“Dad, I started at the company as an ordinary employee and worked my way up to manager through my own abilities. I don’t have to rely on the Wainwright family—or on Magnus. And I’ve told you a hundred times, Magnus and I are over.”

Isadora’s arm hit the wall, and she heard a sickening crack in her wrist. The pain left her pale and cold sweat beaded on her forehead.

Gritting her teeth, she managed to say, “I didn’t push her. Elise fell on purpose. She set this up.”

Magnus glared at her, his voice icy. “Isadora, do you think this is funny? She just fell on her own? How can you be so cruel? Elise is sick and you’re still bullying her.”

In that moment, the man Isadora had loved for five years felt like a complete stranger.

She watched as Elise cowered behind Magnus, crying prettily. “I’m so sorry, it’s my fault. I shouldn’t have upset Isadora. Magnus, don’t be angry—it’s all my fault.”

Magnus stood, walked towards Isadora with deliberate steps, and said in a tone that brooked no argument, “Isadora, apologize. Say sorry to Elise.”

Isadora’s eyes filled with tears. Choking back her pain, she managed, “I didn’t do anything wrong. I won’t apologize!”