Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 468

Go on, keep praising her. Heap on every compliment you can.

This was exactly the effect she wanted.

She wanted her daughter to become the most dazzling debutante in Capitolion, the star of every party, the envy of every eye.

And if, by some stroke of luck, she could one day marry better than Isadora—well, that would be the dream come true.

But just then, right in the midst of this harmonious atmosphere—

A sudden, jarring voice blared from the speakers mounted along the charity gala’s gilded walls, drowning out the gentle music from the grand piano.

“No way… Olivia, you actually… killed her.”

The words struck like a bolt of lightning, leaving everyone in the hall stunned, mouths agape.

Another voice followed, cold and resolute: “Yes, it was me. If she hadn’t died, who knows, maybe they would have traced everything back to me.”

“Olivia, you’re ruthless.”

“Ruthless? What was I supposed to do, just let them find out I was the one who let that wretched Isadora into the warehouse and opened the freezer, hoping she’d freeze to death? That was my idea, wasn’t it?”

“Too bad that woman and her unborn child survived. If she’d lost the baby, she’d be worthless to Victor, and none of this would have happened.”

The recording repeated again and again, echoing through the hall, like some terrible nightmare come to life.

Everyone at the gala was frozen in shock, glancing uncertainly at one another.

Murder? Was this… a confession? Who could say such vile things so calmly?

People began searching for the source of the voice, trying to place who it belonged to.

After a brief, stunned silence, realization seemed to dawn: the voice in the recording sounded just like Olivia—the Olivia who was standing on stage.

In an instant, all eyes in the room locked onto the stage.

The journalists, already on high alert, pounced like wolves scenting blood. They surged forward, desperate not to miss the scoop of the year.

Flashes erupted and cameras whirred, the entire charity gala now ablaze with blinding lights.

Olivia stood frozen in the spotlight, listening in horror as her own voice and Sally Leda’s played over and over.

All color drained from her face, leaving her ghostly pale.