Frances
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"There were few in society who didn't despise Frances Borne." My name is Luke Goodson. I am currently in the middle of a mobster gang fight, surrounded by showgirls and cigarette smoke, trying to crawl out from under one of the stinking and broken down snooker tables. The men and women in dark, velvety green suits and dresses belong to the Borne gang, and those who donned blue swallowtails and beaded dresses belong to the Value gang.All this, the shooting guns, the massive assassinations, the poison in cocktails and whiskey, for a family fortune, that may or may not be non-existent, a family fortune which belongs to neither of them. A husband who was killed in a car crash he wasn't even in, only to be found alive and breathing in the flesh two years later. A sister that nobody knew about. Two gangs that acknowledge absolutely nothing about each other except for three things: That they both adore gambling, high fashion , and the Ross fortune. A detective who was the right hand man to his enemy. And me, Luke Goodson, the one near unsophisticated country boy who spontaneously showed up to a gangster gambling party, because my upstairs neighbour decided to take me along at the drop of my girlfriends' name. I, Luke B. Goodson, bring you...... Frances. The woman who started it all.
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**Unedited** "She can't come to the phone right now. I'll be happy to take a message for you." My blood runs cold. "Where is she? What have you done to her?" He doesn't say anything and I don't hear her. I start to panic. "Nothing, yet." "If you touch her-" "What Luke?!" He cuts me off. I bite my lip and pass my hand through my hair. "What could you possibly do to me that you haven't already done?!" My eyes starts to water. This lunatic would hurt her and I knew he would. "I beg you," I tell him. "I'll do anything you want. Just leave her be. I'll meet you wherever you want. Take me, please, just leave her out of this." I hear Jasmen crying. "See, but where would all the fun be in that? I could smack you around, take away your fancy cars, and you'd be fine. But if I do this-" I hear Jasmen screaming again. What the hell was he doing to her? I swore the minute I got the chance too, I was going to kill him. "No, please stop! For fuck sake, please!!" I felt helpless. I was letting her down in the biggest way. "See what I mean. This beautiful doll is your Achilles heel man. And you won't like it, she won't like it, but I am going to enjoy this next part." Having uprooted her entire life for love, Jasmen finds herself stuck in London with Heartbreak and penniless. She soon finds a job at a big company and falls for CEO, Lucas Bowers. After a whirlwind romance, the shades are pulled from her eyes. Can this new, awakening relationship survive Lucas past? Or will one or both lose their lives because of his lies and deceit?

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