webnovel

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 · Ciudad
Sin suficientes valoraciones
74 Chs

22. “Fairy god-mother.” 

Agatha

"How about this?" I said, exhausted from trying out more than 20 outfits for the day, and we haven't even bought anything yet. 

"Nope, try the next one," Margaret replied and buried her head back to the magazine she has in her hand, dismissing me again completely. 

"Margaret, I've tried almost everything here already and you haven't chosen anything yet," I complained. 

I'm not used to this. The last shopping I remember was when I and my parents visited the city bazaar for our Christmas outfits. That was the last Christmas I was able to spend with them. 

"Honey, this will be my welcome gift to you, so I'd better spend my money on something worth it. Come on, everything looks good on you, it's just that, it's not what we're looking for." 

"Fine!" I marched back to the fitting room.