Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 128

With the jolt of the collision, Isadora was thrown forward, slamming hard against the front of the car.

In that split second, just as disaster seemed inevitable, the airbag exploded open like a flower in full bloom, cushioning her and holding her tightly.

For several long moments, she just sat there, dazed. Eventually, Isadora lifted her head, her forehead throbbing, her mind spinning, and pain radiating through her body.

Outside, a burly bald man was pounding furiously on the window.

Taking a deep breath, Isadora pressed her hand to the swelling on her forehead, unbuckled her seatbelt, opened the door, and stepped out.

The truck driver she’d hit was glaring at her, his face flushed with anger. “What the hell are you doing? Do you even know how to drive?”

Isadora fought to keep her composure through the pain. “I’m sorry, it was my fault. I really am sorry.”

The bald man seemed taken aback for a moment, probably surprised to see such a beautiful woman step out of the car. His eyes darted over the pristine white Mercedes and he gave a sleazy little smirk.

“Sweetheart, if sorry was good enough, why would we even need the police?”

Isadora glanced around at the accident scene. They were in a deserted part of town.

Her Mercedes was badly dented at the front, while the massive truck loomed aggressively behind it, undamaged. She herself was bruised and battered, while the truck driver looked completely unharmed—strong as an ox and not even a scratch on him.

She’d been driving straight through the intersection; he’d swerved out suddenly, cutting her off. By traffic law, the one turning is supposed to yield to the car going straight.

Of course, Isadora wasn’t entirely blameless. She’d been distracted for a moment and hadn’t noticed the truck in time to slow down. Still, if the police showed up, it wasn’t clear who would be ruled at fault.

Regaining her composure, she asked, “So what do you want?”

The man took in her expensive pale pink designer dress—one that would cost a small fortune—and her Mercedes, worth at least 100 grand. He clearly thought he’d just hit the jackpot.