Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 87

“Ah!”

The wine glass in Patricia’s hand went flying as Victor jerked her arm away. She stumbled and collapsed onto the couch, and the deep red wine spilled all over her, soaking her pink dress in a spreading, messy stain.

Across the room, Dailey had been lounging with a glamorous starlet, getting a little too flirty and just about to pull her in for a kiss. At the sudden commotion, he snapped to attention, dropped the girl, and hurried over.

“What happened here, Vic?” Dailey tried to smooth things over, throwing a quick glance at his sister. “Did Patty do something wrong? She’s always had a thing for you—told me so since we were kids. She probably just got nervous seeing you tonight. Come on, man, don’t take it to heart.”

But Victor’s eyes were ice-cold, his patience worn thin. On any other day, maybe he’d have tolerated this for the Brooks family’s sake. Tonight, though, he wasn’t in the mood.

“You and your sister really are two of a kind,” he said, voice sharp as frost. Without another word, he turned and walked out, not bothering to look back.

Dailey felt a chill run up his spine at the look Victor shot him—cold enough to freeze him in place. Around them, the other guests started to laugh and whisper, delighted by the spectacle. Just like that, the Brooks siblings had managed to embarrass themselves in front of everyone.

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Isadora didn’t go home that night. Instead, she drove to Nanette’s penthouse at Silkwood Villas, one of the most exclusive addresses in Capitolion.

Nanette had always kept a room ready for her best friend. That’s just how close they were—they each had their own places, but always made sure the other would feel at home.

After a hot shower, Isadora slipped into her pajamas and wandered into the living room for a bottle of water from the fridge. Just as she took a sip, the front door swung open and in swept Nanette, still in a slinky red cocktail dress and strappy heels.

Isadora blinked. “Back so early?”

Nanette kicked off her heels with a sigh, rubbing her ankles. “Victor left, and the party died. No one wanted to stick around after that.”

Isadora paused, water halfway to her lips. She kept her tone casual. “You mentioned Victor on the phone. What happened?”

Nanette didn’t notice anything off in Isadora’s voice as she launched into the story. “Patricia tried to cozy up to him tonight, but Victor completely shut her down. You should’ve seen the look on her face—like she swallowed a handful of flies.”