Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 509

The music flowed from the grand piano—sometimes like a wild, crashing tide battering the rocky shore, other times as gentle as a mountain stream winding through quiet woods.

In that moment, Victor radiated an undeniable magnetism that sent a subtle tremor through Isadora’s heart.

When the final note faded, Victor’s dark gaze lingered on Isadora from across the room. A wicked curve played at his lips as he crooked a finger in her direction. “Come here.”

She moved toward him, almost bewitched, her heartbeat thundering in her ears.

A moment later, Victor’s long, deft fingers were tracing their own chaotic melody across her soft skin—a song meant for just the two of them.

Isadora had grown fond of their bedroom in the villa.

Victor had designed it with special touches just for her. The ceiling could transform into a transparent glass dome, revealing a vast expanse of stars overhead. Lying in bed, they could watch the night sky sparkle in comfort and peace.

On clear days, she’d step out onto the small European-style balcony, gazing out at the city’s skyline. In the distance, the iconic Fitzgerald Group tower stood tall.

Finley once suggested gifting them a newborn Samoyed puppy as a wedding present.

But both Victor and Isadora declined.

Pudding was simply irreplaceable.

As Isadora’s pregnancy progressed, her belly grew rounder and she found herself sleeping more and spending most of her days at home.

A nutritionist, housekeeper, doctor, and wellness coach were constantly by her side.

Eleanor stopped by every few days to check in.

It felt as if Isadora had become a rare and protected species—pampered and cared for by everyone around her.

These days, Victor often came home to find her already asleep in bed. He’d tread softly, bend down to kiss her forehead, tuck the blanket around her, and then slip away to his study to work.

When his work was done, Victor would return and hold her close through the night.

But today, Isadora had finally had enough of being cooped up. She called up Nanette for a little outing—to get some fresh air and browse the shops.

They ended up in a boutique for babies.