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2022-12-28 00:15:38This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
Author's Note: Expect Grammatical Errors English is not my first language. This is not an edited story yet.
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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.
Enjoy reading
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
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Sebastian's Obsession 88
Petal's POVMy alarm went off, pulling me out of a restless sleep. I groaned softly as I sat up, my body aching from sleeping in such an uncomfortable position. I stretched my arms over my head, hearing the familiar pop of my joints protesting the awkward posture I had curled into during the night. My back was sore, and my neck stiff, the effect of hours spent tossing and turning in emotional turmoil. I swung my legs off the bed and stood up, allowing the soft, cool touch of the floor to ground me.Crossing over to my closet, I opened the doors and took out a simple yet comfortable outfit for the day. A soft blue kurti paired with faded jeans. Something that didn’t demand much thought but still made me feel presentable. With clothes in hand, I headed straight into the bathroom. The warm shower helped to ease the stiffness in my muscles. I let the water cascade down my body, hoping it could also wash away the weight in my chest. As I dressed and stepped out of the bathroom, I dried my
Sebastian's Obsession 87
Author's POVSebastian stormed into his office building, the heavy slam of the car door echoing in the parking lot behind him. His staff sensed something was wrong the moment he entered. His steps were swift, jaw clenched, and brows furrowed in frustration. Today, the coldness in his aura wasn’t just professional—it was personal. His mind was still replaying that morning’s argument, and it had left his mood completely ruined.Meanwhile, back in the lavish yet emotionally hollow D'Angelo mansion, Rebecca sat on the living room couch, tears streaming down her face. She looked nothing like the elegant society woman she was known to be—her hair was messy, eyes swollen, and her usually composed expression was cracked with pain and regret.Steven, her husband, stood beside her, trying to console her—but his own frustration was simmering just beneath the surface.“Why is he behaving like this, Steven?” Rebecca cried, her voice trembling as she gripped the hem of her saree. “I’m his mother. I
Sebastian's Obsession 86
Sebastian's POVWe were in the middle of a heated discussion in the living room. Tension hung in the air like a storm cloud ready to burst. My mother, Rebecca, looked furious, her eyes blazing with restrained rage as she folded her arms across her chest."Penelope called me," she began, her voice sharp and accusing, "and was asking, do I even know about your decision? She asked why we didn’t come with you to ask for her daughter’s hand in marriage."I blinked, confused for a moment. My mother wasn’t one to beat around the bush, but today her words felt particularly cutting.She continued coldly.i said "Oh, so Penelope did call. I think maybe when I was talking with Max, she made the call to you."I stood still, trying to hold onto my patience.She raised her voice, "And here our own son, without discussing anything with us, went to her home and fixed his marriage. We are completely unaware of it, and we got informed by an outsider!"She turned and called Penelope an outsider, which m
Sebastian's Obsession 85
Sebastian's POVThe shrill sound of my alarm jerked me awake. I groaned and slapped the phone to shut it up. It was too early for stress, and yet here I was, bracing for it. After a quick shower and the usual morning routine, I stood in front of the mirror adjusting the cuffs of my shirt. My reflection stared back—sharp jawline, neatly styled hair, and a tension behind the eyes I couldn't hide.Today was going to be one hell of a day.I sighed, rubbing my temple. The conversation I was about to have with my parents was something I had been mentally avoiding. But it was inevitable. “Why can’t I just get married to my Petal and live a peaceful life?” I muttered to myself. She’s the only person who makes my chaos bearable. The moment I even think about her—those big innocent eyes, her soft voice, that stubborn yet delicate nature—my lips curl into a smile without permission.But my parents wouldn’t take this lightly, especially not the way they found out.I walked downstairs, already men
Sebastian's Obsession 84
author's povSebastian pulled into the driveway of the Knight mansion, the roar of his car engine fading into silence as he switched off the ignition. The night was quiet, but his mind wasn’t. It had been a long, exhausting day — physically, mentally, emotionally. He stepped out of the car and shut the door with a thud. The cold night air brushed against his skin, but it didn’t help soothe his burning thoughts.He entered his house with slow, deliberate steps, his polished shoes echoing against the marble floor. The house was dark except for the warm lights glowing softly in the living room. As he passed through the archway, he came to an abrupt halt. His eyes met the expectant gazes of his parents — Steven and Rebecca Knight — seated on the velvet sofa. They looked tired, but their expressions were firm, concerned… and questioning.“Mom? Dad?” he asked, startled. “You guys are still up?”Rebecca didn’t respond immediately, but Steven leaned
Sebastian's Obsession 83
author's povpetal laid on the bed, as the guilt rose like bile in her throat, she buried her face into the pillow and screamed silently, her body trembling uncontrollably. No one knew how long she remained like that—curled up, broken, and locked in the invisible cage of her trauma.Meanwhile, Petal lay in her bed, tossing and turning.Her body ached, but it wasn’t from fatigue. Her mind wouldn’t stop. Every time she closed her eyes, she was dragged back into that memory. Her heart pounded in her chest like a drumbeat of fear.In her dream, she was trapped again.Pinned. Helpless. Screaming.The moon cast a soft silver glow into the room, illuminating the restless figure lying tangled in her sheets. Petal Viotto twisted in her sleep, her face contorted in distress, her lips murmuring fragmented pleas. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead, and her breathing grew sharp and rapid.“Please… let me go,” she whimpered, caught in the cruel grip of her nightmare. “Don’t touch me… please, I be
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