Bar.
Finley scrolled through his phone, half-listening to the thumping bass and chatter around him.
A new video notification popped up on his screen.
He tapped it open: Elise diving into the pool, Magnus swooping in to play the hero, and Isadora left standing alone—again.
Predictably, the group chat was already buzzing with snarky jokes and eye-rolling emojis.
When the video ended, Finley glanced up at the man lounging beside him on the couch.
Victor looked as relaxed as ever, one arm draped over the backrest, languid fingers holding a cigarette that was nearly spent. His gaze wandered idly over the wild scene unfolding on the stage—dancers, laughter, a mess of movement and lights.
Finley hesitated, then smirked. “Hey, Prince Charming, want to see something interesting?”
Victor shot him a lazy look. “If it’s just more gossip, I’ll pass.”
“It’s gossip, all right. But it’s about your latest one-night stand.”
Victor’s eyebrow arched. “Isadora?”
Without waiting for an answer, he stubbed out his cigarette in a smoky gray crystal ashtray, then reached over and snatched Finley’s phone.
He watched the video in silence. By the time it ended, his expression had darkened.
Victor tossed the phone onto the table with a careless flick of his wrist, stood up, grabbed his jacket, and strode out without a word.
Finley stared after him, surprised at how quickly Victor bolted after just one glance at the video.
“Hey, Prince! You’re leaving already? The party’s just getting started!” he called after him.
Sure, Isadora was stunning, but she was also Magnus’s fiancée. Did high-and-mighty Victor really want to play the homewrecker?
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After chatting with Richard and the others, Isadora asked the driver to take her home to Brocade Heights.
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It takes too long to get to the point. Too much unnecessary in between in all of these books. Too many extra characters, the authors lose the plot after a while....