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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
Not enough ratings
74 Chs
#WEAKTOSTRONG
#REVENGE
#SWEET
#MAFIA
#LOVEAFTERMARRIAGE
#CONTRACTMARRIAGE
#COUNTERATTACK

HAZY NIGHT.

"As long as she's going to be around you. She would always end up in trouble and it's not just Magnus. Now, nobody knows what happened to Magnus or if he is dead, but have you forgotten? You have other enemies, and to get to you, their first target is going to be Eisley, you can't always protect her. What if you were late again?"

Irwin exhaled a thick cloud of smoke, the smoke curling toward the ceiling of his dimly lit office. The air was heavy with tension, an uneasy silence that accompanied his solitude. Just then, the door creaked open, and Robert slipped inside like a whisper.

"You've been locked in here for hours. Don't you want to see Mrs. Kent?" Robert's voice was soft, almost hesitant.

"Robert is that all—" Irwin began, but his words were cut short as the door swung open violently. Morgan rushed in, his face pale and eyes wide with concern.