เข้าสู่ระบบSebastian's POV The phone rang. Once. Twice. Three times. My eyes remained fixed on the rain-soaked road ahead while my thumb tapped impatiently against the steering wheel. Come on... Pick up. The call continued ringing until it disconnected. I stared at the dashboard for a brief second before exhaling sharply. "Seriously?" I clenched my jaw. "Is this girl for real?" "Can't she answer a phone call?" The Bluetooth screen returned to her contact information. Petal Viotto. I had barely known her name for two minutes, and she was already testing my patience. Outside, rain lashed against the windshield with increasing force. Students hurried past beneath colorful umbrellas while cars formed long queues outside the college gates. I glanced toward the entrance. Nothing. No sign of her. Maybe she hadn't heard the phone. Or maybe... "She's one of those spoiled kids who ignores unknown numbers." The thought crossed my mind. After all, Penelope h
Sebastian's POV The rhythmic thud of rain against the windshield filled the silence inside my Rolls-Royce. Only a few minutes ago, the roads had been dry beneath a bright summer sky. Now, dark clouds swallowed the afternoon, and rain poured from the heavens as if it had been waiting for the perfect moment to descend upon New York. The windshield wipers swept back and forth in a steady rhythm. Swish... swish... swish... Traffic had slowed considerably. Headlights reflected off the rain-soaked asphalt, stretching into long golden streaks. Pedestrians hurried beneath umbrellas while others ran for shelter, laughing, complaining, or simply accepting defeat against the weather. I had never liked rain. Not because it was unpleasant. Because it disrupted everything. Schedules. Traffic. Plans. Today's plan included finally seeing Penelope after ten long years. A faint smile tugged at my lips. Ten years... How much could change in ten years? Apparently, everything. I reached f
Sebastian's POVAfter ten years...I was finally back in New York.The city hadn't changed as much as I expected.The towering skyline still pierced the clouds. The endless traffic still flowed through the streets like veins carrying life. The familiar noise of sirens, impatient horns, and hurried footsteps blended into a rhythm I hadn't realized I'd missed until now.Home.No matter how luxurious the places I had lived abroad were...Nothing compared to the feeling of returning to your hometown.Or sleeping in your own bed.The moment my head had touched the pillow in my penthouse two nights ago, every ounce of exhaustion from the long flight had caught up with me. Jet lag had been merciless, but somehow it felt worth it.I had spent the last two days doing exactly what I wanted.Nothing.No unnecessary meetings.No social gatherings.No celebrations.Just work.The company never stopped moving simply because its CEO changed countries.Reports continued arriving.Meetings continued o
Petal's POV He drove in an eerie silence. Not the peaceful kind. Not the comfortable kind. It was the kind of silence that settled heavily inside the car, pressing against every corner until even breathing felt louder than it should. The rhythmic sound of the windshield wipers swept back and forth across the glass. Swish... Swish... Swish... Rain continued to fall relentlessly outside, blurring the city into streaks of grey and silver. Neither of us spoke. I didn't dare look at him again. Instead, I turned my face toward the window. Tiny droplets raced one another across the glass, merging into larger streams before disappearing at the bottom. Streetlights reflected on the wet roads, their colors stretching into shimmering ribbons beneath the rain. Under different circumstances... I would have loved this weather. Rain had always been my favorite. There was something calming about watching it from a warm place. Something peaceful. But today, the rain outside wasn't
Petal's POV My hand continued moving across the canvas without stopping.The gentle rain I had been painting moments ago slowly disappeared beneath restless brushstrokes. The delicate shades of blue and grey blended together into a chaotic mess.I didn't even notice when the umbrella I had carefully painted became darker.Messier.Almost violent.Before I realized it, my brush had formed a pair of piercing eyes.Dark.Cold.Furious.I stopped.A faint smile escaped my lips."Looks like I painted him again..."My fingertips brushed lightly over the dried edge of the canvas before another memory swallowed me whole....I still remembered how he had led me toward the passenger side of the car.He didn't ask.He simply walked ahead with the umbrella shielding me from the relentless rain.And strangely...Without arguing...Without questioning...I followed him.Even now, years later, I couldn't explain why.Normally, I questioned everything.Especially strangers.But around him, my thoug
Petal's POV The red strokes on the umbrella I was painting never changed.No matter how many years passed in the memory.No matter how many times I replayed that rainy afternoon.The color remained the same.Just like Sebastian's temper.Just like the anger that always seemed to live somewhere beneath his skin.As the umbrella unfolded above my head that day, shielding me from the relentless rain, I finally got a proper look at him.And the first thing I noticed wasn't how handsome he was.Or how tall he was.Or even how expensive his clothes looked.No.The first thing I noticed was that he looked furious.His jaw was clenched so tightly that I could see the muscles ticking beneath his skin.His dark eyes weren't even looking at my face.They were fixed on my shoulder.His expression somehow darkened further.I blinked.Confused."What in the world is wrong with him?"The thought immediately appeared in my head."I just met him for the first time.""And all I'm getting is anger."My
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
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 s
Author's pov“Either you agree to wait three months or you forget about the marriage altogether,” Max said coldly. “Even if it hurts my daughter, I don’t care. My decision is final.” His voice echoed in the quiet room, each syllable landing like a hammer on stone.Silence stretched between them lik
Petal’s POVMy hands were trembling as I stood frozen at the edge of the hallway, staring at my mother who had just uttered the most terrifying sentence of the day.“Sebastian wants to talk with you in private. Take him to your room.”My breath caught. My room? Private? Just the two of us?Panic su







