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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!"

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#WEAKTOSTRONG
#REVENGE
#SWEET
#MAFIA
#LOVEAFTERMARRIAGE
#CONTRACTMARRIAGE
#COUNTERATTACK

A SLIP OF THE TRUTH.

A few minutes after Mrs. Sawyer and Magnus had left, Eisley was left feeling bewildered. She blinked repeatedly, trying to make sense of the conversation that had taken place just moments before.

"Eisley," Magnus sighed, taking in her appearance. The hem of her dress fell above her knee, and he couldn't help but think of the risk of her underwear being exposed whenever she bent down. Eisley's gaze drifted to the coat draped over his arm. "You look great," he said.

Her eyebrows shot up, and her eyes narrowed with disdain. "Put this on," he urged, attempting to drape the coat over her shoulders. But Eisley swiftly knocked it away.

"Are you insane? Why would I need your shabby coat?" She said, eyeing him. "I'm not cold, and even if I was, there's Morgan. I rather wear his."

Their gaze shifted to Morgan. Eisley excused herself, walking past him.

"Wait up," Magnus wrapped his hands around her waist, smiling as he helped her into the gathering.