Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 508

The Ferrari glided smoothly into the Laurel Heights neighborhood.

Isadora was no stranger to this place.

Capitolion had recently developed this area—a sprawling new community featuring both elegant villas inspired by classic European architecture and modern high-rise apartments with sweeping views.

Everything here was designed for comfort and luxury: a private golf course, a helipad, and every imaginable amenity.

The location was unbeatable, right in the heart of the city, yet surrounded by dense woods—a tranquil oasis tucked away from the urban rush.

Residents here were, without exception, wealthy or well-connected.

The Ferrari finally came to a stop in front of a three-story white villa.

From the drive, the house looked inviting—lush blooms filled the garden, and the white façade stood out, encircled by flowers, exuding warmth and welcome.

Isadora glanced around, curiosity flickering in her eyes. “Where are we?”

Victor smiled, the corners of his mouth quirking up. “Our new home.”

He took her hand and led her along the gravel path, then opened the front door.

The foyer opened directly into a spacious hall, wrapped with floor-to-ceiling windows. Sunlight poured in, illuminating the understated yet luxurious décor. A Steinway grand piano stood elegantly in one corner, while outside, the sparkling blue of the pool danced in the afternoon light.

Isadora took it all in, then wandered upstairs.

She opened a door and stepped inside.

The room was awash in shades of pink, with a tiny wardrobe of pink-and-white stocked with baby clothes. Plush toys and whimsical decorations filled the space, making it both adorable and welcoming.

Isadora grinned. “How do you know it won’t be a boy?”

Victor raised an eyebrow, sauntered down the hall, and opened the door to the next room, nodding for her to follow.

She stepped in and found a nursery almost identical to the first, but decked out in blue.

She couldn’t help but be surprised at his attention to detail.

Victor’s voice was low and warm, laced with a lazy sort of charm. “If it’s a little princess, she’ll stay in the pink room. If it’s a rascal, he gets the blue one.”

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