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His Desire- Sadie

His Desire- Sadie

Nathan sat on the roof with a portrait in his hand. He has been looking at her portrait for the past hours and he is not ready to let go of it. He stared at the picture with a satisfied smile on his face. His Sadie! He just can't stop staring at her. She was really his sweet angel which portrayed the meaning of her name. Sadie! He hugged the portrait before dropping it. He picked up his drawing paper and pencil ready to sketch her beautiful face again. Every corner of his room has her picture, everything! And almost all his belongings too. His plates were designed with her picture, his phone pouch was her, his wrist band has her name. His private company is in her name, his box has her picture, his closet, just name it. The workers thought he's running mad, no one believed it's love except his family and of course, his personal guard. He smiled at nothing, closing his eyes before starting the sketching. He's been stalking her ever since that fateful day they met , that fateful day she became his sweet angel. He knows her every move, everything she does and how she's being treated in her own home . He turned his hand in a fist and his jaw tightened. The thought of that does nothing but angers him. He wants to save her, he wants to take her out of that bondage but it's not yet time. She doesn't even recognize him, it will be insane to go ask her out for marriage when she doesn't know him . He's going to make them pay, watching his Sadie from a far distance seeing her in tears, seeing her lonely, seeing her sad and seeing her feeling unloved hurt his heart so much. If only she knew that she had him, he would love her forever. When he gets her, no strand of her hair can be touched unless it's the person's destiny to die by his hands. For what they are doing to her, he's never going to forgive them. When the time comes, he will destroy them with just a snap of his fingers. " Young master " Kaleb called bowing slightly. Nathan raised his head giving him a questioning look. He knows he doesn't like to be disturbed when he's up here so why is he here? " I am sorry to disturb you young master but I thought it's important I tell you this now " Kaleb said and bowed his head again, gulping hard. His young master has been in a very good mood for a long time now, he doesn't want him to go back to his old attitude of being cold and alone plus what he dreads to happen again. This will definitely do worse to him if he hears it but it's still his duty to inform him. "What is it, Kaleb?" Nathan asked calmly, taking his eyes back to his sketchbook . "It's..ummm. It's Sadie, young master." His heart divided into two the moment he heard Kaleb mentioned Sadie. He stood up in a swift standing curiously close to Kaleb with his heart racing fast. What about her?" Nathan asked breathlessly, he's finding it difficult to breathe all of a sudden. Kaleb glanced at his young master as he opened his mouth to speak but no words came out. He knows what this is going to cause to his young master, he knows he might become mentally unstable after this. That is scaring him because he doesn't want that to happen. "Talk to me Kaleb, what happened to Sadie?" Nathan yelled impatiently. "Sadie! She was stabbed by her sister a few minutes ago, young master." Kaleb paused to watch his young master's expression and to his surprise, it held none. Nathan tried processing what he just heard. Stabbed? His Sadie stabbed? That can't be! "I am sorry young master, I don't think she will make it." Kaleb added! Before he could shift away slightly as he felt uncomfortable. He saw his young master collapsing to the floor struggling to breathe. "Young master," he called with his body shaking in fright. Nothing must happen to him. Nothing! "Young master please," he called again but Nathan couldn't answer. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't! As much as he tries! He got an attack! His attack was back! Kaleb's fear came true. The inhaler! He needs to get it as fast as he can. With that, he left his young master on the floor and dashed out of the roof.
The Forgotten Wife's Comeback

The Forgotten Wife's Comeback

For five years, my architectural career was my sanctuary, a fortress I built around myself and my sick daughter, Lily, after David, my fiancé and Lily' s father, vanished without a trace, leaving us to drown in debt and medical bills. The man who promised forever simply disappeared, and I poured every ounce of my being into keeping Lily alive. Then, he reappeared. Not alone, but with Chloe Davis – my best friend since childhood – by his side, her arm possessively linked through his. She was glowing, pregnant with his child, while my own daughter fought for every breath. They looked so perfectly, disgustingly happy. My world shattered again, only this time, he looked me in the eye, the woman he once loved, the mother of his child, and asked, "Who are you?" His mother and Chloe joined in, accusing me of stalking, of being crazy, while he stood by silently, denying our entire past, denying Lily. How could he forget? How could the man who swore to protect me, who saw my dreams, now look at me with such cold indifference, even annoyance? Did our love mean so little? Did our daughter mean nothing at all? But the final blow landed in Lily' s hospital room, where he stood with Chloe, brazenly celebrating their new life, while Lily gasped for air, hooked up to machines. He looked at our dying daughter and declared, "Whatever is wrong with this child, it has nothing to do with me." That lie, that ultimate betrayal, finally snapped something inside me. Enough. It was time for him to remember, and for me to fight back for my daughter, for our truth.
Contract Marriage With The Ruthless Mafia King

Contract Marriage With The Ruthless Mafia King

I woke up gasping, the phantom smell of smoke and my family's dying screams still burning in my throat. But there was no fire. I was twenty-two again, back on the exact day my father was to announce our arranged marriages. My sister, Janeen, burst into my room with a triumphant smile. "Worrying about marrying that cold-blooded Underboss?" she mocked. "They say he's a monster. Plus, he'll be a cripple in two years anyway." My blood turned to ice. She knew about Eliga Russo's future accident. Janeen was reborn, too. She eagerly told our father she wanted the "better" match with the prominent Whitney family, dumping the terrifying Russo marriage on me. She thought she was brilliant, leaving me with a doomed mafia boss and his three feral adopted sons. But she didn't know the Whitneys' political scandal was exactly what caused our enemies to burn our entire family alive in my past life. She laughed at my "misfortune," truly believing she had secured a life of high-society power while I was being sent to hell. What she didn't realize was that she wasn't the only one holding a map to the future. She thought she was playing chess, but I was the one who designed the board. I lowered my head and pretended to cry, gladly accepting the marriage to the monster. This time, I wouldn't be a pawn. I would save Eliga, tame his sons, and become the queen of the Russo empire.
Married to a Stranger, Loved by a Ghost

Married to a Stranger, Loved by a Ghost

Elena Hart survived the crash. Her memories didn't. When she wakes in a pristine suburban home with a diamond on her finger and a man gripping her hand like she might disappear, she's told a simple truth: He's her husband. They've been married for two years. They're deeply in love. Caleb knows everything about her-how she takes her coffee, the scar on her thigh, the way she hums when she's anxious. The photos lining the walls prove their life together. The neighbours confirm it. Her doctor insists memory loss after trauma is common. So why does her body recoil when he kisses her? And why, every night, does another man visit her in dreams-bleeding, desperate, whispering: You promised you'd run. The dreams aren't romantic. They're frantic. Urgent. As if time is running out. Then Elena finds something she was never meant to see. A locked drawer in Caleb's office. A second wedding ring. A newspaper clipping about her accident-dated three weeks before the crash she remembers. The more she questions, the more Caleb tightens his grip. His patience becomes surveillance. His affection becomes control. Doors begin locking. Her phone disappears. The neighbours stop meeting her eyes. And the dreams start happening while she's awake. A reflection in a window that isn't hers. Footsteps behind her when no one is there. A voice that says, He changed it. He changed everything. What if she wasn't supposed to survive that crash? What if the accident wasn't an accident? As fractured memories return in violent flashes-running through rain, screaming in a dark parking lot, a different man's blood on her hands-Elena is forced to confront a horrifying possibility: She wasn't stolen. She was rewritten. And the man who calls himself her husband didn't just save her life. He erased it. Now she must decide who the real ghost is- The man haunting her dreams... Or the one sleeping beside her. Because this time, if she remembers the truth... One of them won't let her live to tell it.