Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 344

Ever since Eleanor had humbled herself to beg the Fitzgerald family matriarch—only to be met with humiliation—she’d seen the old woman’s true colors: domineering, stubborn, and hopelessly closed-minded. Eleanor knew, even if Isadora one day actually married into that family, her life wouldn’t be any better for it.

So, Eleanor had stopped hoping.

She lowered her eyes and said quietly, “From what I know about men, he just cares about the child.”

“Isadora, listen. I’ve been there. Men always talk sweet before marriage, but once the vows are said, things change. Look at Richard—prime example, isn’t he?”

Isadora murmured an agreement.

“Since you’ve made up your mind, finish handling everything with The Vaughan Group as soon as possible.”

Isadora pressed her lips together and nodded. “Alright.”

*

Aurora Bar.

Victor strode straight to the VIP booth, tossing his coat onto the sofa without a glance. He sank into the seat with careless ease, his handsome face unreadable, long legs crossed. The expensive fabric of his dress pants was smooth and immaculate.

Finley nursed his drink, watching the stage lights flicker and sway. “What’s with the last-minute invite?”

Victor shot him a sidelong look. “Not like you to come out without a woman on your arm.”

Finley grinned. “Found someone worth waiting for. Until I win her over, I’m turning over a new leaf.”

Victor grabbed a glass of whiskey from the table, downed it in one go, and offered a rare compliment. “Didn’t expect that from you.”

Finley raised an eyebrow. “Aren’t you curious who she is?”

Victor barely lifted his gaze. “Not really.”

Finley rolled his eyes. “...It’s Isadora’s—”

He didn’t finish; Victor’s cold, sharp stare cut him off mid-sentence.

Finley laughed awkwardly. “Easy, man. I wasn’t going to say Isadora—I’m talking about her friend, Nanette.”

“The actress?”