Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 83

Isadora looked pale, her expression unsettled.

But it wasn’t because Magnus had stormed out in a fury.

Her hand was still throbbing from how tightly he’d just gripped it.

God, Magnus and his temper. How had she never noticed this side of him before?

Most of the time, his anger didn’t explode—it froze. He’d turn cold, his voice icy, and that was usually enough to keep anyone at arm’s length.

But today was different. This was only the second time she’d seen him truly lose control.

The first was three years ago, right after she’d joined The Vaughan Group. She’d been sent to entertain clients at a business dinner. Back then, nobody knew she was the Vaughan family’s heiress—they all assumed she was just another junior employee.

Isadora, with her striking beauty, had immediately caught the attention of one of the clients. In pursuit of a deal, the manager had all but shoved her into the private dining room, then snuck away, leaving her alone with the clients.

By the end of the night, one of the men had tried to put his hand on her leg.

Isadora wasn’t about to let that slide. Bristling with anger, she threw her drink in his face.

The whole bar noticed. As luck would have it, the place was owned by one of Magnus’s friends, and Magnus happened to be there that night.

That was the first time she’d seen him truly furious. He’d stormed over, grabbed a bottle, and smashed it over the man’s head, then threatened to break his hand for good measure.

At the time, Isadora had been touched—she’d thought he was protecting her. It took her a while to realize it was just Magnus’s possessiveness.

So now, she understood all too well. Seeing the marks on her skin and knowing she wasn’t his first anymore—it had wounded his pride deeply.

And that was exactly the reaction she’d wanted. Her little act of revenge.

She just hadn’t expected him to retaliate by dumping water on her.

That infuriating man!

She flexed her sore wrist and reached for her phone—only to spot it lying on the floor, soaked from the bathroom water.