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By: Jade Monroe
CP: Isadora and Magnus
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Never Again Yours novel Chapter 1:
The abandoned factory was choked with weeds, its crumbling walls looming over a battered red sedan parked just outside the entrance.
Inside, Isadora Vaughan’s hands were bound tightly behind her back, and her lips—painted a deep rose—were sealed with a strip of yellow duct tape. All she could manage were muffled, desperate whimpers.
Her white dress was streaked with dirt from the grimy floor, exposing a pair of pale, slender legs.
A kidnapper, face obscured by a grotesque mask, crouched in front of her. His voice was gravelly and distorted.
“Miss Vaughan, you’re Magnus Wainwright’s fiancée. Three million dollars should be pocket change to him. All right—call him yourself.”
He tossed an old cell phone at her feet. Then, with a harsh rip, he tore the tape from her mouth and untied her wrists.
A sharp knife pressed coldly against her neck.
Ringing. The line connected after what felt like an eternity.
A man’s deep, crisp voice rang out, “Hello?”
Isadora trembled so hard she could barely keep hold of the phone.
“Magnus, I—I’ve been kidnapped. They want three million in ransom. Please… can you come save me?”
There was a pause, as if Magnus was caught off guard. But when he spoke again, his voice was even colder.
“Isadora, I told you—Elise is sick. Her dying wish was to have this wedding. Stop causing trouble!”
Only then did Isadora remember—the wedding was today.
Elise Harrison. Magnus’s one true love.
But Elise was terminally ill, and her last wish was to walk down the aisle with the man she adored.
Isadora had protested when she learned Magnus had agreed to the wedding.
Frantic, she shook her head, even though he couldn’t see her. “No, this time—I’m not making a scene. Please, you have to believe me!”
His reply was emotionless, every word like a blade of ice.
“Isadora, you’re still Mrs. Wainwright in name. Why can’t you just be understanding for once? My patience is running out, and you’ve crossed the line!”
“Magnus, don’t you even care if I live or die?”
Her voice broke as she bit back tears. “If you don’t come for me, then we’re done. For good.”
Magnus frowned, impatience flaring.
The breakup threat. Again?
Isadora, why can’t you just let things be?
He was fed up.
The kidnapper snatched the phone away.
“Mr. Wainwright, seems like you don’t care much for this woman. Three million is nothing to you—are you paying or not?”
At that moment, in the chapel, Magnus stood tall in an immaculate white suit, phone in hand. Across from him, Elise stood in a wedding gown, pale but smiling.
A salty breeze drifted through the open church doors, and the guests watched the scene unfold, eyes shining with emotion at the beauty of the ceremony.
Magnus’s lips curled in a cold, dismissive smile. “No. I’m not paying.”
The kidnapper was left speechless.
If he’d known, he’d have snatched Magnus’s beloved instead—she’d have been worth far more.
Through the phone, Elise’s gentle, frail voice drifted in.
“Magnus, I’m just grateful you’re making my last wish come true. Even if this wedding isn’t real, it’s enough for me to remember for the rest of my life. If Isadora’s so upset she’d resort to something like this, maybe we shouldn’t go through with it today.”
“Elise, I promised you. I’ll see it through.”
The kidnapper, now frustrated, snapped, “Magnus, aren’t you afraid we’ll hurt your beautiful fiancée?”
Magnus’s tone was icy and disdainful. “Do what you want. If you actually go through with it, maybe I’ll throw in an extra million.”
Hearing that, Isadora forced back the tears burning at the corners of her eyes.
Never Again Yours novel Chapter 2:
Isadora had spent five long years doting on Magnus.
She loved him unconditionally, spoiled him, forgave every slight, believing that, with enough warmth, she could finally melt his heart.
But the moment Elise returned—ill and fragile—all of Isadora’s efforts unraveled in an instant.
Now, the situation was nothing short of absurd.
Magnus was actually planning a lavish wedding… with her.
The kidnapper, overhearing Magnus’s words over the phone, bared his teeth in a crooked grin. “Well, if Mr. Wainwright insists, I guess we have no choice but to follow orders.”
With that, he hung up.
The kidnapper had long since grown weary of Isadora’s innocent allure.
He let out a low, sinister chuckle. “Sorry, Miss Vaughan. Looks like your fiancé has really pushed us to the edge. Guess we have to get our hands dirty, thanks to him.” He shoved a pill between Isadora’s lips, forcing her to swallow.
*
At the church—
Magnus fought the gnawing unease in his gut.
Isadora had pulled stunts like this before.
She’d never liked Elise; that much was obvious. The animosity ran deep. And this fake wedding he was staging with Elise? It had driven Isadora to give him the cold shoulder for days.
Now she’d upped the ante, resorting to a fake kidnapping just to threaten him.
Such reckless drama—he’d clearly been too indulgent over the years.
When this whole spectacle with Elise was over, if Isadora admitted her faults and apologized, he’d throw her an even grander, more glamorous wedding.
Elise watched him, her voice soft and trembling as she broke the silence. “Magnus, I’m sorry. It’s all because of me.”
Magnus replied, his tone flat, “This has nothing to do with you.”
Elise’s wide, dewy eyes searched his face. “Should we go on with it, then?”
He hesitated for a moment. “Yes. We continue.”
At that, a sly smile curled Elise’s lips.
Isadora, I warned you—you’ll never beat me.
*
Isadora stared at the phone, her heart feeling as if it had been ripped from her chest—raw, bleeding, empty.
Whatever hope she’d clung to for Magnus was gone, shattered at last.
She realized she was on her own.
Moving quietly, she reached for the fruit knife that had just been tossed to the ground.
Waiting for her chance, she lunged, plunging the blade into the kidnapper’s side, then bolted for the warehouse door.
“Damn it!”
The kidnapper cursed, voice sharp with pain and rage.
“Go after her! Don’t let her get away!”
The drug began to take hold, a feverish heat flooding Isadora’s body, but she forced herself forward, stumbling out onto the empty road, not even bothering to retrieve her lost shoe.
Footsteps thundered after her, closing in fast.
Her heart pounded so hard it almost choked her.
This place was desolate, miles from anywhere.
Suddenly, a sleek, jet-black Porsche—one of the rarest in the world—came hurtling down the road.
Isadora didn’t hesitate for a second.
Better to be hit by a car than fall back into those men’s hands.
She squeezed her eyes shut and flung herself in front of the speeding vehicle.
The shriek of brakes tore through the night. The car screeched to a halt, stopping just inches from her.
The impact flung Isadora forward, crashing her to the pavement in front of the car.
For a moment, everything was silent.
Then the driver’s door opened.
A pair of black, polished dress shoes hit the pavement.
Tailored slacks accentuated long, powerful legs. The man strode over, then crouched beside her.
When she saw his face, Isadora’s heart lurched.
“It’s… you.”
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