Edward Pawn Novels & Stories

Unlike what a majority thought, Ema Claw was much more than a software company. My eyes caught sight of a frail female figure advancing towards me and a gentle but wicked smile played at the corner of my lips. I looked to my watch. It was exactly 9am. Why was I not surprised? My pawn had arrived just on time. I saw her look at me with pained eyes which I shrugged off. "Take a seat" I said and I saw her bite her lips in hesitation but sit down eventually. "You look rather worn out bitch. Seems this week was a bit tough for you?

"Kieran? You know Susan?" Kieran's expression was stern. "Of course I know her. Susan just won first prize at the International Jewelry Design Awards. She is my honored guest tonight." Jarrold turned to me, comprehension dawning. The international competition had been the talk of the industry. The Jameson Group's own entry had lost. "So you're the founder of Essento Jewelry," he breathed, finally connecting the dots. I offered a cold smile. He'd thought I was just spending his money on shopping sprees, never suspecting I'd used his resources to build my own empire from the ground up.

The next moment, the man hastily intended to get off the woman named Chloe. Edward has been known as a man who likes to change partners frequently. After all, who wouldn't want to be a dating companion of Sebastian Edwardo Martin? He's a wealthy aristocrat, the sole heir of Quantum Corporation. Whatever he does always becomes the center of attention for the general public.

He begged, “Please, wait. I understand you are suspicious—” “Well, you can tell your boss thanks for the offer, but I will do what I need to do myself.” I made to leave once more. “Edward Paxton. He is the CEO of AceHub.” My jaw dropped in disbelief. Edward Paxton? That Edward from the great Paxton lineage? I lowered myself back into the seat, deep in thought.

I didn’t understand it either, but I trusted Gavin, and I knew he had a good reason. Edward typed something on the small device he was carrying, which I assumed processed the payments. He took Levi’s black card and stuck it in the machine. For a moment, I felt Gavin’s tension; he was nervous and hiding it well. I looked up at him and saw that his expression was indifferent, despite the fact that his Adam’s apple bobbed from his swallow. After a second, Edward’s expression shifted, and he was confused. He removed the card, glanced at it, and then tried the payment again.

Several burly men in black rushed in at once. I grabbed a desk lamp and held it in front of me like a shield. My hands were trembling. "Stay back! Sabrina went to get the money. She'll pay off the debt soon!" The leader of the men in black, Jasper Lane, spat on the floor with open contempt. "Don't feed me that trash. I fell for your stunt last night. I thought holding you here would force them to bring the cash. However, that wench took off with her boyfriend!"

Mr Lucas said facing them. "Clive Owen. I play the basketball and I love music." The boy with the curly hair said, his voice wasn't that deep as I expected it to be. He walked over to the empty seat beside Justin. The class was so quiet, that even a pin drop could be heard. I guess everyone was curious about the boy in dark shade. "I am Edward Jones, but you can call me Ed. My father is about to become the richest man in the world." He said, with an ooze of confidence radiating from him. He removed the dark shade and I almost fell from my seat.

He tried to mask his unease, but the sweat trickling down his temple betrayed him. Marcus had entered a business deal with Mr. Edward, so the politician could use Marcus Lee’s company and Marcus would also fund his campaign to win elections or eliminate competitors. In return, Mr. Edward would be the pawn of Marcus Lee. "Mr. Edward," Marcus' voice cut through the laughter, "you seem worried. What's wrong, are you getting cold feet?" Edward forced a smile, his hands gripping the armrests of his chair. "No, Marcus, I’m just... a little overwhelmed by our recent developments."

, I chuckled nervously. Please open up and swallow me now, I begged the earth. "Do you know why you're here, Miss Carmichael?" Mr. Drebeille finally spoke. I shook my head rapidly in response, "Did I tell you, you have such lovely skin today Mr. Drebeille" "New soap?" "Yes", the burly man indulged me as he leaned back into his chair, the old stud creaking in the process. "It's called the soap of retaining my job".

His breath was warm against my ear when he leaned in and whispered, “You have until tomorrow, Lexi. After that, the offer is off the table.” And just like that, he turned and walked out of the room, leaving me standing there, breathless, confused, and more than a little terrified. I could barely process what had just happened. Julian Blackwood had just walked into my life, offered me salvation, in exchange for my freedom. I know men like Julian Blackwood, Everyone is a pawn in their game. But I can’t be his.