Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 224

Wendy had a date, so she didn’t ride back with Isadora.

Before leaving, Isadora turned to Rowena and said,

“Rowena, take care of your uncle for now. Wendy and I will handle things at Seafarer Designs. You don’t need to worry.”

She returned to Summit Crest Estates.

The house was shrouded in silence and dimness, the only light spilling in from the tall windows where the moon hung pale and high, casting a cool, silvery glow across the room.

Isadora didn’t bother turning on the lights. She slipped off her heels, letting them fall to the floor, and padded barefoot straight to the liquor cabinet.

The cabinet took up an entire wall in the living room, stacked with dozens of expensive bottles—whiskey, gin, fine wine—all glinting in the moonlight.

She sat down on the floor in front of the couch, unscrewed the cap from a bottle, and watched the liquor swirl inside like shattered moonbeams.

She started drinking, one swallow after another.

As the alcohol burned its way down, her eyes grew red and stung with unshed tears.

Isadora looked down at her wrists: two delicate bracelets—one set with sapphires, the other a crystal one Margaret had given her.

Her voice caught in her throat. “Grandma, I miss you so much.”

She kept drinking. One bottle emptied, then another.

Her cheeks flushed, her head began to spin, and her mind drifted in and out of clarity.

Suddenly, there was a soft click.

A second later, the living room lights flickered on.

Victor stood in the doorway, tall and composed, one hand in his pocket. The sharp scent of alcohol in the air made him frown.

If he didn’t know that Summit Crest Estates’ security staff were all former elite peacekeepers, he might have thought his home had been broken into.

Victor’s dark gaze swept the room, landing on Isadora, who sat on the floor by the full-length windows, drinking in the moonlight.

Bathed in the silver glow, her slender figure looked draped in fragile gauze, lonely and lost.