NovelUSAChapter 214 Isadora slowly opened her eyes.
She lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, her mind drifting back to last night. Scenes replayed in her memory like vivid movie clips-one after another, heated and languid, leaving her cheeks flushed just thinking about them. They really had tried just about every position imaginable.
The sofa, the floor-to-ceiling windows, the dining table, the bathroom...
A necktie, a bottle of red wine, and-God, his mouth...
Suddenly, Isadora sat up, the covers slipping down her bare skin.
In the daylight, the bruises and marks along her collarbone and hips were shockingly visible-stark reminders of everything that had happened.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe couldn't help but regret it a little. She'd let him have his way with her completely, and they hadn't even settled the terms she wanted.
Grabbing her phone from the nightstand, Isadora quickly typed out a message.
"About what you promisedlast night—are you going to keep your word or not?" Just then, her phone began to ring.
She glanced at the screen and answered, "Laura? What's going on?" "Miss, your mother's been having chest pains these last few days. She didn't want us to tell you, but everyone here knows she really wants to see you. Maybe you could cby and check on her?" Isadora lowered her gaze, silent for a moment.
"She's been struggling with insomnia almost every night. The family doctor recommended a hospital stay, but she refuses to go," Laura added, her voice worried.
Hearing that, Isadora's resolve softened.
"I'll cby later," she said quietly, then hung up.
She sent Rowena a text: *Running late today, won't be at the office for a while.* Throwing off the covers, Isadora swung her legs to the floor-immediately regretting it. Every muscle ached, as if her whole body had been taken apart and put back together, not quite right.
She cursed Victor under her breath for the hundredth time.
In the walk-in closet, she picked out a high-collared silk blouse to cover the marks on her skin.
After a quick shower, she grabbed her keys and drove to Vaughan Manor.
The housekeeper spotted her at the door and hurried over, but Isadora waved her off. "It's fine, I'll go up myself." She climbed the stairs to the second floor and paused in front of her parents' bedroom, just as raised voices spilled out into the hallway.
Richard Vaughan was furious. "You can't even keep your own daughter in line! What good are you, Eleanor?" "Richard, Isadora is our daughter. We spent years focusing on Pearl, and now we should make it up to Isadora, not keep pressuring her," Eleanor replied, her voice weary.
"All I know is, she's involved with Mr. Fitzgerald now, and we should use that connection to open doors for the Vaughan family," Richard snapped back.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmEleanor's reply was interrupted by a fit of coughing.
"I don't care what you have to do—just get her back into the Vaughan Group. And if you can't manage that, Eleanor, don't forget: you're replaceable." Eleanor's voice trembled. "Richard, I've spent half my life with you. I gave you children, I turned a blind eye to your affairs, and now, just because Isadora won't do what you want, you're threatening to get rid oftoo?" Richard's eyes were cold. "You know what matters most to me. I want the Vaughan family to stand among the most powerful in Capitol City. Anyone who stands in my way-whether it's my wife or my own daughter-will be dealt with. No exceptions." With that, Richard flung open the door and stormed out, not even glancing in Isadora's direction as he passed.
She waited a few moments before stepping into the bedroom.
Eleanor looked nothing like the elegant matriarch she usually m was-her face was pale, hair in disarray. But when she saw Isadora, her eyes lit up. "Isadora! You're here?" "Laura toldyou weren't feeling well." "It's just a little cold, nothing serious. Sit, please." Isadora hesitated, remaining standing. "If you're really not feeling well, you should let the doctor take you to the hospital."
At those words, Eleanor's eyes filled with tears, which down slipped silentlym her cheeks. Isadora stood there a moment longer before quietly leaving the room.
As she stepped out, she nearly bumped into Richard, who had just emerged from his study. The housekeeper must have told him Isadora was here; he was clearly waiting for her.
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