NovelFinishChapter 307 Brocade Heights After her shower, Isadora sat at the vanity, smoothing moisturizer into her skin. She'd tossed her phone onto the tabletop without much thought.
Nanette lingered nearby, clutching her pajamas and casting hesitant glances at the phone. Finally, she gathered her nerve.
"Isadora, can I borrow your phone for a quick call? Mine's dead." Without a second thought, Isadora unlocked her phone and handed it over.
Nanette snatched it up, pretending to dial as she slipped into the bathroom. Out of Isadora's sight, she quickly scrolled through the contacts, found Victor's number, and committed it to memory. Then she walked back out and returned the phone.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIsadora looked up. "That was fast." "Just needed to check in with my agent about a few things. I'm going to shower." Nanette forced a smile, a little stiff.
Inside the bathroom, Nanette perched on the closed toilet lid, staring at her own phone as she typed in Victor's number. Her mind whirled with indecision.
Should she tell Victor about Isadora's pregnancy and her plan to end it? What if he never really cared about Isadora-if she told him, would he just mock her, or pretend nothing happened? Men could be like that. But what if, against all odds, Victor actually loved Isadora? For that slim chance, Nanette decided she had to try. Tomorrow, Isadora was scheduled for the procedure. She could make this one call.
Taking a shaky breath, Nanette pressed the call button.
Brrrr... brrrr...
The cold, mechanical ring buzzed in her ear, setting her nerves on edge. No answer.
She gritted her teeth and called again.
This time, an automated voice informed her, "The number you have dialed is currently unavailable." Nanette cursed under her breath. "Seriously? Shit." "Fine. Maybe even fate's tellingIsadora's better off moving on." She'd clung to a last shred of hope for nothing. Isadora deserved a new beginning.
* At the bar, the air pulsed with neon lights and the thrum of music. Onstage, bodies moved in sync with the pounding beat, couples clinging to each other, laughter and shouts filling the smoky space.
Victor lounged in the shadowy corner, slouched back on a leather sofa. One hand dangled a glass of whiskey from the armrest, his expression unreadable as he watched the wild scene play out. The dim light barely caught the sharp lines of his face, shrouding him in an aura that warned strangers to keep their distance.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmNo one dared approach, except for Finley Pembroke, his longtfriend, who sat beside him making half-hearted attempts at conversation.
"What's with you? Word is you called off the engagement, but you still look like hell."
Victor took a slow sip of his drink, a bitter smile flickering at the corner of his mouth "Why don't you try breaking off your own engagement and see how you feel?"
Finley raised an eyebrow. "No thanks. The last tmy family spilled over, it nearly tore the roof off myn parents' house. If I did it again, I'd never hear the end of it. Besides..." He shot Victor a meaningful look. "I'm not hung up on anyone. Marriage is marriage-any woman will do, as long as she letslive my life." Victor's icy gaze slid over, sharp as a blade.
Finley just grinned, unbothered. "By the way, Prince Charming, I finally remembered-Isadora's that little girl from way back, isn't she?" When Victor was a boy, he'd been sent to Pembroke Hospital's psych ward. Finley hadn't known the details until later: Victor's father had died in a plane crash that year, and not long after, his mother had been kidnapped. The trauma had left Victor deeply depressed.
They were the sage, but Victor had always seemed so distant, so locked away in darkness. Finley's father had pulled him aside and told him to befriend the Fitzgerald family heir and treat him well.
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