Author Wizkiss
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His Desire- Sadie
Romance 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. You might like
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