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I MADE A DEAL WITH A GANGSTER

Eisley Sawyer was promised to Magnus Sawyer by her mother at a tender age for marriage. However, Magnus turned out to be far from a loving husband. He is one to cheat and beat her up, whether she was at fault or not. Desperate to escape this nightmare, Eisley overheard the local wives discussing a notorious gangster and businessman coming to town. This man, Irwin Kent, happened to be her husband's boss—a man known for having any woman he desired, even those married to his employees. Eisley saw in Irwin a man more powerful than her husband, presenting her with a potential escape route. But how long could she rely on this path without falling for her saviour? EXTRACT: Magnus gazed at Irwin, then dropped to his knees. "Forgive me, but she's all I have. I can't lose her. I love her so much. Please, let her come back to me." Irwin leaned back, eyes fixed on the ceiling as the smoke from his cigarette clouded his view. "She wants a divorce." A heavy silence filled the room. Irwin sat up, scrutinizing Magnus, who remained on his knees, utterly bewildered. "My wife is still very young and naive." "Is she? She strikes me as quite bold and wise," Irwin countered, "She's my type," he added, biting his lower lip with a smirk that made Magnus furious. "Sir, Eisley is my whole life!"

I_nightshade · Urban
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74 Chs
#WEAKTOSTRONG
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BEAUTIFUL EYES.

It was the middle of the night when Eisley jolted awake, a wave of heat washing over her, accompanied by thirst. Her hands searched for Irwin, but the space beside her was empty. With a soft rustle of sheets, she opened her eyes, and the luminous glow of the moon spilt through the window.

The bed felt cold. She glanced around, and Eisley realized he was nowhere. The cool floor beneath her feet prompted a shiver. She grabbed her silky night jacket, its fabric gliding against her skin as she twisted the doorknob, the soft click echoing in the silence.

As she stepped into the dimly lit living room, the shadows danced around her. Her first instinct led her to the kitchen, where she immediately opened the fridge. The cool air rushed out, and she reached for a bottle of water, her throat aching for relief. But then something caught her eye—a small cup of ice cream tucked away in the corner.