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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

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65. “I won’t take any chances.”

 Agatha

I took another scoop of ice cream while tears are streaming down my face. It's my third ice cream cup today and even this did not help take away the pain. I am hurt, mad, confused but mostly, I am sad. 

The TV host kept blabbering but I already lost track of what he's saying. I took the remote and turned the TV as loud as I could. It's been two days now, Shawn kept calling me but I'm not answering it. Why would I? He's the one who said it's for the best. 

"Aren't you going to answer that?" Margaret asked. 

I've been crashing in her apartment for two days now and I told her strictly not to tell Shawn about it. I don't want him to know and I don't want him to find out I'm sleeping on Margaret's sofa in her one-bedroom apartment. It's best because I don't want to go back to Georgia by myself. Not after the happiness, I felt living there with him. 

I shook my head "No." I simply replied and scooped my ice cream again.