Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 6

Isadora was so startled, she could barely get the words out. “W-what?”

Her cheeks weren’t just flushed—they were crimson, as if her embarrassment might actually draw blood.

Only a few hours ago, she’d barely had the faintest experience in these matters!

What did he mean?

How was she supposed to know what to do?

Oh God.

Maybe she could sneak a look at a movie or something, cram a little knowledge to make up for her twenty-three years of ignorance.

Victor watched the embarrassment spread across Isadora’s face, the blush traveling down her neck like a wildfire. Her skin bloomed with rosy warmth, and her dark, bright eyes flickered between bashfulness and indignation, though she didn’t dare show it outright.

Something about this charming, flustered young woman made Victor’s lips curl in quiet amusement.

He arched one eyebrow, gaze lingering on her full, temptingly red lips. His eyes, dark and deep as night, grew even more intense.

“Isadora,” he murmured, his voice deep, velvet-smooth, laced with desire, “kiss me.”

Under the heat of his gaze, Isadora felt her mouth go dry, her whole body heating up as if set alight. Victor’s words—just two, so intimate and commanding—echoed in her mind: “Kiss me.”

Suddenly, it all became clear.

Magnus had chosen Elise over her without a second thought for Isadora’s feelings or well-being.

Why should she keep holding back?

Why should she stay loyal to a man who never valued her?

And Victor—Victor was the very image of a perfect man.

Handsome, sculpted, and confident, he had an undeniable presence and charm. Every socialite in Capitolion wanted to be on his arm.

Most importantly, he was every bit Magnus’s equal—if not more.

Sleeping with him wouldn’t be a loss for her. If anything, she’d be coming out ahead.

Isadora took a deep breath and lowered her head, imitating the way he had kissed her earlier as she pressed her lips to his.

The room grew steamy with desire, the golden glow of the bedside lamp melting together with the hazy, honeyed heat.

Their shadows danced across the walls, entwined until dawn.

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After the wedding at the church, Magnus brought Elise back to the Capitolion Medical Center so she could rest.

Her private suite was at the top floor—VIP, of course. Magnus had already paid for a full year of treatment in advance.

Dr. Gideon, her attending physician, gave her a sedative to calm her nerves. Afterward, he stepped out of the room to speak with Magnus in the hallway.

“Elise’s spirits have been steady lately, and her heart is holding up well. If this keeps up, her prognosis could improve.”

Magnus nodded, silent.

Gideon seemed like he wanted to say more, but seeing how tired Magnus looked, he simply excused himself and walked away.

Magnus opened the door and went inside.