LOGIN“Please don’t do this, I don’t want to marry you,” pleaded the girl, “You don’t have a choice but to obey me, my flower,” announced Sebastian. “But you are......... Sebastian D’Angelo, a billionaire who’s obsessed with petal, His friend’s daughter. He became a sicko chasing after a forbidden desire and swore to protect her when no one else can. A selfish man hellbent on ruining everyone’s lives over a teenage girl. Protecting her from the evil eyes, he didn’t realize when lines blurred—and the blurrier the line, the easier it is to cross. Now nothing can stop him from keeping his Petal safe by his side forever.
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In this story ML is a bit aggressive and arrogant, when reading story you might hate him 😉
Don't go complaining around this book, if you are not interested don't read, don't just write hateful comments.
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Character intro
SEBASTIAN D'ANGELO (ML)
AGE:- 32 yearsPERSONALITY:- Arrogant, Handsome, Billionaire, Obsessive, Possessive, jealous, In love with our FL.PETAL VIOTTO (FL)AGE:- 20 YearsPERSONALITY:- Sweet, innocent, beautiful, kind , trusts everyone easily, unaware of ML's love towards her.Prologue
author's point of view CELEBRATION PARTY Petal reluctantly placed her hand in Sebastian’s after her parents’ questioning gaze left her no room to refuse. The moment their fingers touched, his hold shifted—not rough, not painful—but unmistakably possessive. It was as if his grip itself spoke, silent yet commanding.Mine.Petal felt it in the way his fingers curved around hers, in the steady pressure that refused to loosen. It wasn’t tight enough to hurt, but it was firm enough to make a statement—to anyone watching, and to her most of all.She didn’t look at him. She couldn’t.“Okay, Max, Pen, we’ll leave now. I’ll drop Petal home later,” Sebastian said smoothly, as if everything between them was normal.Max and Penelope exchanged a glance, their expressions softening with relief and happiness. To them, this was a dream unfolding—Sebastian and their daughter together, looking every bit the perfect couple. Their nods held approval, trust, and quiet joy.Petal forced a small smile in t
Author’s POVThe house still carried the warmth of lunch.Sunlight streamed generously through the tall dining room windows, turning the polished wooden floors honey-gold. The faint aroma of garlic bread, spices, and melted cheese lingered in the air, blending with the sweetness of strawberry cheesecake that still sat half-finished on the table. Plates had been cleared, but glasses of juice and water remained, catching light like fragments of glass.It was early afternoon in Brooklyn — the kind of hour when the world felt open and unhurried. Outside, children’s laughter drifted faintly from the street. A dog barked somewhere down the block. The sky was bright and unapologetically blue.Inside, however, the air had shifted.Sebastian D’Angelo sat composed in his chair, one leg crossed over the other, his posture relaxed but never careless. The sunlight hit the sharp lines of his face, highlighting the control in his expression. He had barely touched his phone during lunch. Barely. But
The golden afternoon light of New York City stretched across the streets like a soft veil as Sebastian D’Angelo’s black Aston Martin rolled out of Manhattan and toward Brooklyn. The city was alive, as it always was—horns blaring in distant impatience, subway grates breathing out warm air, skyscrapers glittering like polished mirrors under the sun. Yet inside the car, there was a stillness that felt heavier than the traffic outside. Petal noticed it first. The engine wasn’t humming. The car wasn’t moving. She had been staring absentmindedly at the skyline—the Empire State Building standing proud in the distance, glass towers reflecting the Hudson River—when realization dawned on her. Her brows furrowed slightly. She turned her head toward Sebastian. He wasn’t looking at the road. He was looking at her. And in his extended hand was a rectangular navy blue velvet box. The contrast between his strong fingers and the delicate velvet caught her attention immediately. The fabric look
author's POVPetal stood near the steps of the stage, her fingers lightly clutching the edge of her gown as she waited for Sammy’s name to be called. The auditorium buzzed with excitement—camera flashes, murmured conversations, proud parents whispering blessings under their breath. The scent of fresh flowers and polished wood lingered in the air. Everything felt unreal, like a dream she was walking through slowly.Her own medal rested against her chest, cool and solid, reminding her that this moment was real.When the announcer finally called, “Samaira Smith,” Petal’s heart leapt.Sammy walked up confidently, though Petal could see the slight tremble in her steps. The principal smiled warmly as he handed Sammy her degree and placed the medal around her neck. Applause filled the hall again, loud and proud.Petal clapped with all her strength, tears gathering in her eyes. They had studied together. Stressed together. Cried before exams together. And now—They had made it.When Sammy cam
Petal's povAs we stepped down the first stair, my father's voice rang sharp and commanding through the corridor, halting us both.“Petal, go to your room. I want to talk with Sebastian.”Relief washed over me like a tidal wave crashing against the jagged rocks of my anxiety. I didn’t even wait to
author's povThe living room was filled with a heavy silence, the kind that settles when truth threatens comfort. The clock on the wall ticked steadily, an unwelcome reminder of the moments slipping away, each one more tense than the last.Max sat on the sofa beside Penelope, his posture upright bu
author's pov“Did he threaten you? Is Sebastian blackmailing you to say all these?” Max’s voice sliced through the silence like a knife. His eyes were pinned on his daughter, Petal, searching for any flicker of fear, any hesitation, any sign that she wasn’t speaking her truth.Petal froze. The weig
Petal's povHe broke the hug slowly, his hands still resting firmly on my waist, fingers spread as if claiming possession. He stared at me — not speaking, just watching, like he was trying to read every emotion on my face. There was something obsessive in the way he looked at me. Like he owned me.






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