Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 347

Isadora stopped in her tracks. “Mom, what are you talking about?”

Eleanor shot her a look. “Trust me, I know what I’m seeing. That Terrell boy is polite, well-educated, and he’s from the Fawcett family—a family known for generations of scholars. They’d never look down on you because of your background. If he really likes you, I think you should give it a try.”

The more Isadora listened, the less comfortable she felt.

“Stop. Terrell and I aren't what you think. I don’t like him like that.”

Eleanor waved her off. “Oh, ‘like’—what does that even matter? You liked Magnus at first, then things got all complicated with Victor. But neither of those men were… right for you…”

Eleanor suddenly realized she’d said too much.

She quickly backtracked. “Isadora, I’m sorry. I just don’t want your life to be so hard, that’s all.”

Isadora’s response was firm. “Let’s not talk about this again.”

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At a five-star luxury hotel, Preston rolled out of bed and slipped on his bathrobe.

Rowena lay sprawled on the sheets, the fading bruises on her skin now joined by fresh, angry welts—red and raw to the eye, horrifying in their violence.

Over the past few days, whenever Preston had a spare moment, he’d summoned her for his own vicious release. And he never used the same method twice—first it was a belt, then electric shocks, and tonight it was a whip.

A few more nights like this, and she wasn’t sure she’d survive.

Don’t be fooled by Preston’s wealth. Rich men could be just as stingy. Every time he was finished, he’d toss her a few thousand—barely enough to put a dent in her debts.

The thought made Rowena’s stomach turn. The lingering smell on her skin only made her want to retch.

Preston lounged on the sofa, lighting a cigarette and curling his lips into a sneer.

“When are you going to get me that woman? I’m bored stiff with you already.”