His Innocent Sera

Nate returned in the evening, calmer and cooler. After venting his anger in the ring, his mind was finally clear to conceive rational thoughts. He realised not everything can be achieved by force. This situation called for a gentler approach. He decided to speak with Sera again. This time, he will keep his anger in check.noveldrama

He frowned at the sight of the open door. How many times had he told her to keep the door locked, but she just wouldn't listen. As he approached the apartment, his ears picked up on incoherent murmurs, causing his frown to deepen. Then he heard it. A man's voice. Inside. And that's when he lost it.

Come with me

He overheard. Muscles coiled, veins constricted— a murderous rage exploded within him, turning his vision red. He charged inside, grabbed the vase from the table, and smashed it over his head. Sera scrambled away, screaming, eyes wide in horror.

Mr. Jang staggered, clutching his bleeding head as he turned. His gaze locked on Nate, eyes flaring, caught between recognition and the sudden, raw fear.

Nate's eyes flashed— wild, unhinged, burning with murderous intent.

"You shouldn't have come here," he snarled dangerously, then drove his tightly clenched fist into Mr. Jang's face, the crack of bone unmistakable. Mr. Jang crumpled to the floor, groaning in pain. Nate towered above him like a dark angel, chest heaving and blood dripping from his knuckles.

Mr. Jang dragged himself backward, fear written across his face. But Nate wasn't done yet, not even closer. His bloodlust wouldn't quench until he had shredded him alive. She was his. For even thinking he could pull her from his arms, that bastard's soul would bleed forever.

"You think you can save her from me?" he sneered, a mad gleam danced in his eyes as he stepped closer. "She doesn't need saving." he bent down to his level and said possessively, "She only needs me. Only me. I am her everything." His voice held a chilling certainty.

In the gleam of the shard Nate raised, Mr. Jang glimpsed his end. This was it.

But before he could plunge the splinter into his flesh, Sera rushed forward and shoved him hard. She promptly stood between them, shielding Mr. Jang from his view.

"Move aside," Nate growled in warning.

"No. Leave him alone," Sera refused, her wobbly legs remained rooted to the spot. She wouldn't let him kill Mr. Jang.

"Clear the fucking way," he seethed, his eyes locked onto her, unflinching. Despite her quivering nerves, she stood her ground. This time, she couldn't afford to submit. She had to confront him, or Mr. Jang would lose his life.

"No," Sera responded, her voice steady and certain. Little did she know, her standing up for him was only feeding his rage.

"He did no... nothing wro... wrong," Sera stammered, her voice trembling as he advanced on her. Her panicked gaze darted between his approaching footsteps and the cold fury on his face. "He... he's innocent," she forced out, features softening into pleading, just as he stopped a step away. He looked unconvinced, even angrier if possible.

"I am going to give him an end so cruel even the death angel will weep for him,"

he disclosed, jealousy coated his words thick. She was trying to protect him, but now he'll tear him apart limb from limb, and she'll bear witness to it.

Sera's gaze sharpened.

"But before that..." she whispered, taking his hand and guiding the splinter to her stomach. Her tear-filled eyes held his, burning with fierce resolve as she pushed the shard into her flesh. "You'll have to kill me first." His jaw clenched, eyes narrowing with dark disapproval before he ripped the splinter away.

His face turned crimson as he tossed the splinter before grabbing her throat, his veins pulsing with raw, venomous jealousy.

"So you'll die for him, huh?" he seethed venomously before adding in a manic tone, "You just made it a lot, lot worse for him, princess."

He released her, stalked around, and grabbed barely conscious Mr. Jang by his hair. The man groaned in pain, limp in his grasp.

With a vicious swing, Nate struck his stomach, blood bursting from his mouth on impact before he doubled over. Nate won't kill him this easily, he will torture him until he begs for death.

Sera screamed for help, but no one heard her. She was frantic, out of her depth at the moment.

"Kill him. Take his life. But listen to one thing, if he died, I'll hate you more. I'll never stop hating you, Nathan Never," she shouted with all

her remaining strength, hatred all

dripped from her voice. Her words pierced through the haze clouding his head and caught his attention.

Frustration gripped him as he landed another blow. The man fell unconscious, and Nate retreated. Turning around, he stalked towards her, caught her wrist, and started dragging her out of the apartment.

Sera didn't resist. Looking over her shoulder, she felt an ounce of relief as the man coughed, indicating he was still alive. She hoped someone would find him in time.

He put her in a small room and locked the door from the outside. Nate was too mad not to hurt her was to right now, so he decided to keep his distance. If he hadn't arrived early, that fucker would have manipulated her into leaving him. He would have lost her. Forever. The thought alone was enough to make his blood boil and his heart jolt. He was tempted to go back and finish the job. But he held back. He didn't want the chasm between them to grow wider. He didn't want her hatred, he wanted her love, her heart. Besides, she was right here. With him. And he wouldn't let her go ever.

Sera cried herself to sleep. Another scar etched into her soul. Another nightmare

to endure.

Her sleep was interrupted by someone shaking her. She opened her eyes and found a woman hovering over her. Startled, she bolted upright. The woman stepped away without losing her calm. Sera eyed her with suspicion. "The dress is on the chair. Get ready in ten," she relayed the message before tracing her steps out of the door.

Sera glanced at the dress, only to freeze in shock.

It was the wedding gown Nate had chosen for her.