Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 84

For the sake of marrying her off, Richard really pulled out all the stops.

Isadora flexed her wrist, her expression unreadable.

“What if Magnus doesn’t want to marry me?” she asked, her tone light but pointed.

Richard’s brow furrowed. “Why wouldn’t he want to marry you? Everything’s going smoothly, isn’t it? He even brought in LA Wedding to design your gown. For a man of Magnus’s standing, that’s a real gesture of intent. Isadora, don’t play coy with me.”

“He thinks I’m tainted.”

Richard’s face hardened. “Isadora, you’re the daughter of the Vaughan family, my daughter. What reason do you have to feel unworthy?”

Isadora replied without missing a beat, “You have no idea, Dad. The Wainwrights look down on me because I wasn’t raised in the Vaughan family. They think I lack the polish, the manners, the background—everything that comes from growing up with privilege. Pearl, on the other hand, was raised here from the start, so of course they think she’s more suitable for Magnus.”

Magnus had never actually said these words to her. But Faustina, his mother, brought it up often enough.

Richard pressed his lips together. He knew Isadora was deliberately twisting the knife, reminding him how much they favored Pearl.

“Isadora, you’re my daughter. You have Vaughan blood in your veins. Pearl, at the end of the day, is adopted. Don’t let yourself get caught up comparing with her.”

Don’t let yourself get caught up.

He told her not to care—but everything he did showed otherwise.

Once, she could ignore it.

But not anymore.

Isadora said sweetly, “I’m not comparing. It’s just—since I’m apparently not good enough for the Wainwrights, why not have Pearl marry Magnus? After all, I’m not your only daughter. Let her do it. Leave me out of it.”

Richard hesitated, wanting to placate her for now. “Just like before. We’ll celebrate Pearl’s birthday the next day, with a family dinner.”

Isadora could already imagine Pearl’s reaction when she heard the news.

She let a sly smile curl at her lips. “You think Pearl will go along with that?”

“Your mother and I will talk to her. So, just promise me you’ll go through with the wedding to Magnus, okay?”

“Sure. Ask Magnus if he even wants me first.”

She didn’t believe it for a moment.

Magnus would never want a woman he saw as damaged goods. Not Magnus—proud, untouchable Magnus.