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Agatha

Shawn Lewis, the owner of the biggest lending company in New York City is known everywhere for being a young bachelor. Ruthless, a man who takes no for an answer. He is handsome. A billionaire. Hot and irresistible. Women will do everything just to spend a night with him and men want to be him. He has everything he needs. Wealth, fame, women, people’s attention, and he most certainly can get what he wants just in a flick of his wrist. Agatha Morrison, a simple and uneducated woman who flew all the way to New York City in a hope of changing her life, but found herself being betrayed by the people she trusted the most. With the last penny she has in her pocket, she'll make the most out of it and will soon find herself in a haven she doesn’t want to get out of. They will both meet each other and will be trapped in a so-called “Forbidden Love” that they will soon find too hard to escape. But will they really want to escape? After all the moments they shared? DISCLAIMER Everything you are about to read in this book is a product of my imagination. Any similarities to NAME, PLACE, EVENTS, or ORGANIZATIONS are purely coincidental. There are mature contents ahead so be warned and read at your own risk. A/N This is one of my few well-written novels I would be proud to share with you. I do hope you enjoy reading it as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it. Join Shawn and Agatha as they fight through the odds to get the love, they both deserve to have. Thank you for taking the time to read "Agatha". Much appreciated. With Love, Stellar

Stellar_Roots · Urban
Not enough ratings
74 Chs

24. “Beauty is priceless, my dear.”

Agatha

"No way!" I jerked out of bed and stared at my phone. "No! No! No!" I kept saying with panic but the damn phone does not listen. The video plays continuously making my heightened feelings, worst. "This isn't happening. It's just a dream." 

A knock on my door startled me "Oh my god!"

"Agatha, open the fucking door!" Shawn screamed behind the only thing that separates me from his wrath.

"Hold on!" I yell back. I took my coat and wore it and anxiously opened the bloody door. 

I regret it. His jaws are clenched, and he has this burn in his eyes that will strike me at any second. He's so mad, and I am so fucking, scared! His arms are crossed over his chest, his stance is ready to fight. If I am a man, he would've tackled me down on the ground the moment I opened the door. 

"What am I saying?!" he started.

"It's not my fault! I am not aware I am being recorded!" I tried to reason.