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Sebastian's pov Dinner that evening was a test of my self-control, and if I were being honest, I barely passed. When Penelope casually mentioned that Petal had made the cheese pasta, my first thought was gratitude. She always went out of her way to make sure I had fish, even if it meant cooking something else for herself. The gesture wasn’t new; she had done similar things before. But today, knowing she’d made something specifically for me made me want to kiss her hands, to hold them against my lips and thank her for every small thing she did. But I couldn’t. Not here, not now. Not when everyone else was around. Instead, I forced myself to utter a simple, “It’s delicious.” That was enough to earn a shy smile from her as she began to eat. Her reaction was innocent, unguarded, and so utterly Petal. As she lifted her spoon, her delicate fingers steady, her lips parted to take the first bite. My breath hitched. Those lips—soft, lush, and maddeningly perfect—were a constant distraction. W
petal's pov --- The shrill sound of my alarm jolted me awake, breaking through the serene silence of the early morning. With a groggy sigh, I rubbed my eyes and reached out to silence the persistent beeping. My room, bathed in the soft, golden hues of sunrise, felt warm and inviting. Reluctantly, I pushed off the covers and dragged myself to the bathroom, my footsteps soft against the wooden floor. After finishing my morning routine, I turned the faucet, letting the warm water cascade over me. The shower was refreshing, chasing away the remnants of sleep. Once I was done, I wrapped myself in a fluffy towel and stepped out, the mirror fogged up from the steam. I wiped it clean, revealing my reflection. Pulling open my wardrobe, I selected a simple yet comfortable outfit: a pastel blue top and a pair of black jeans. I styled my damp hair into a neat side braid, the strands soft and silky to the touch. Giving myself a quick once-over in the mirror, I grabbed my bag and headed downstai
Petal’s POV The soft rays of the morning sun filtered through my curtains, gently waking me up. I stretched lazily, feeling the warmth of the day already beginning to seep into the room. After a few moments of reluctance, I forced myself out of bed and shuffled to the cupboard. Pulling out a set of clothes—a simple yet elegant side-cut top paired with comfortable jeans—I headed to the bathroom. The cold water of the shower was refreshing, washing away the sleepiness and preparing me for the day ahead. I wrapped myself in a towel, dried off quickly, and slipped into my outfit. Tying my hair into a neat ponytail, I admired my reflection for a moment. Perfect for shopping, I thought. With my bag slung over my shoulder, I descended the stairs, the aroma of freshly made breakfast wafting through the air. My mom was already at the dining table, sipping her tea, and my dad was reading the newspaper. “Good morning,” I greeted, taking a seat and serving myself a plate of scrambled eggs and to
Sebastian’s POV The soft hum of my office air conditioner was the only sound accompanying me as I worked through the last few contracts of the day. The room was impeccably organized, as always—mahogany shelves lined with books, neatly stacked files on the desk, and my laptop glowing faintly under the warm lighting. After a quick lunch brought to me by my assistant, I leaned back in my leather chair, running a hand through my hair, already feeling the weight of another long day. The phone on my desk buzzed, breaking my brief respite. Without glancing at the caller ID, I picked it up. “Hello,” I said curtly. “Hello, boss,” came Tom’s voice on the other end. “Come to the point,” I replied, my tone firm and no-nonsense. “Boss, Miss is going shopping with her friend,” he informed me. I paused for a moment, a small smile tugging at the corner of my lips as I leaned forward, resting my elbows on the desk. “Hmm. Alright,” I said calmly. “Don’t let her get hurt. Follow her, and make sure
Petal’s POV The morning sun streamed through my window as I stirred in bed, the fatigue from yesterday’s shopping trip still lingering in my body. I had slept earlier than usual the previous night, worn out from walking through countless shops with my best friend, Samy. It felt like the pillows and blanket had conspired to keep me in bed longer today, and when I finally glanced at my clock, my eyes widened in horror. I’m late! Throwing off the covers, I scrambled to get ready, skipping the usual leisurely pace of my mornings. My dad, noticing my rush, decided to drop me off at the university to save time. “Eat something before you leave!” Mom called after me. “I will!” I replied hurriedly, grabbing a piece of toast and some juice as I dashed out the door. The car ride felt both too fast and too slow; I couldn’t shake the anxiety of being late for my first class. As we reached the university gates, I jumped out, thanking my dad quickly before rushing toward the English lecture hal
Sebastian’s POV The day started as usual, with me arriving at the office early. There were several important documents that required my signature, and I wanted to get everything done before the day became chaotic. As I sat in my chair, reviewing the first batch of papers, my phone buzzed on the desk. The screen lit up, displaying Tom’s name. I answered with a brisk tone. "Yes, Tom?" “Sir, Miss Petal arrived 10 minutes late today,” he informed me. I hummed in acknowledgment and hung up the call. It wasn’t unusual for Petal to be late, especially after a long day like yesterday. She had gone shopping and probably exhausted herself. My girl was so fragile, delicate like a flower, and that’s exactly how I liked her. She needed someone to protect her, someone to love her in the way I did. No one could ever understand her the way I did, and no one ever would. I went back to my work, but my thoughts drifted to Petal every now and then. I couldn’t help but smile as I imagined her tiredly
Sebastian’s POV The sound of her voice reached me like a melody cutting through the heavy rain. I turned toward the entrance, my eyes scanning for her. And then I saw her. My Petal. My girl. But what I saw made my blood boil with fury. She stood there, completely drenched, the rain clinging to her like an uninvited guest. Her dress stuck to her body, highlighting every delicate curve I loved and cherished. She looked stunning—too stunning for my peace of mind. But that wasn’t the worst of it. No, what sent a fire raging through my veins was the boy standing near her, his eyes shamelessly drinking her in, like a predator eyeing his prey. It was as if he was undressing her with his gaze, his intentions clear in the way he looked at her. My fists clenched at my sides, my nails digging into my palms as I fought the overwhelming urge to rip him apart on the spot. And then she saw me. Her wide, innocent eyes met mine, and I could see the shock etched on her face. She was shivering, whet
Petal's POV The rain was relentless, drenching everything in its path, including me. I stood at the entrance of the building, shivering as the cold droplets clung to my skin, my dress soaked and sticking to me uncomfortably. But the chill of the rain was nothing compared to the chill that ran down my spine when I saw him. Sebastian. He stood a few feet away, his figure imposing and drenched from head to toe. His sharp, furious gaze was locked on me—or more specifically, the person behind me. His wet hair clung to his forehead, and his broad shoulders looked even more intimidating under the weight of the storm. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him, my breath catching in my throat as a mix of fear and confusion overwhelmed me. “Why does he look so angry?” I thought, frozen to the spot. My heart raced, not from the rain or the cold, but from the intensity of his expression. His piercing eyes burned with fury, and I could feel the heat of his rage even from where I stood. Before I co
The mall buzzed with soft music and a sea of customers drifting from aisle to aisle. Bright lights bounced off polished floors, and mannequins in the latest fashion stared out from tall glass windows. Petal walked beside Sebastian, quiet and composed, her eyes occasionally scanning the lively surroundings. She wasn’t used to such extravagant places, nor did she care for them. She was more of a simple bookstore-and-chai-stall type of girl.They reached the women’s section, filled with colorful tops, dresses, jeans, and accessories. Sebastian halted and gestured grandly, “Go and take whatever you want.”Petal blinked at him, a little surprised by the freedom and generosity in his tone. She nodded slightly and walked toward the racks of tops. Her movements were quick, purposeful—unlike the usual image of girls who spent hours choosing between styles and colors. She picked a soft pink top, simple and comfortable, and without wasting time, made her way to the changing rooms.Inside, she ge
Sinful Possession Scene“Few hours ago…”Sebastian’s voice was calm but held an unmistakable authority when he answered the phone. “Sis, this is Sebastian,” he said. His voice sent a ripple of panic through Petal’s mother as she recognized it was not her daughter speaking. Her first instinct was alarm. “Sebastian, where’s Petal? Why are you informing me?” she asked with growing concern.Sebastian, who had the phone in his hand, glanced toward the room where Petal was. She was with him, yes—but not out of her own free will. “Don’t worry, sis. Petal is safe with me,” he half-lied smoothly. “She was afraid you’d scold her for coming home late, so I called you from her phone to ease your worry.” His voice remained polite, even soft, but it was layered with deceit.The truth was far more complicated. Petal was indeed at his house, but not by choice. She had been picked up without warning, manipulated into a situation she couldn’t control. But Sebastian, always composed and prepared, handle
Author's POVPetal stepped out of the bathroom, her damp hair cascading over her shoulders, skin still flushed from the warmth of the shower. The oversized shirt she wore—his shirt—clung loosely to her slender form, the fabric falling just above her knees. She clutched the collar close to her throat, almost as if trying to preserve whatever little modesty she still felt in front of him.Sebastian stood by the window, his tall frame leaning casually against the wall, arms crossed, but tension roiled under the surface. He was gazing outside, seemingly deep in thought, but the soft creak of the bathroom door snapped him back to reality. His head turned slowly. And there she was.His eyes swept over her figure, dark desire flickering through his intense gaze. "There she is... looking all sexy in my shirt," he thought inwardly. But as his eyes drifted from her bare legs to the faint bruises on her cheeks, a wave of something bitter and ugly welled inside him—guilt. The bruises screamed at
author's povBefore she could stop herself, her lips moved."I don’t love you," she said flatly, almost as if she was speaking to herself. The words slipped out, raw and honest, slicing the tense air between them.For a brief moment, there was silence. Sebastian's dark eyes narrowed, not in rage, but in something far heavier — a brewing storm he was trying desperately to control.He let out a low breath through his nose, clenching his jaw.“Soon, baby, soon you will also love me. Don't ever say this again," he said, his voice carrying a sharp warning beneath its softness. There was irritation in his tone, but it was laced with restraint. He was trying—really trying—not to let his temper loose on her, not now.He turned his face slightly, as if trying to calm the boiling emotions within him."Just because you are going to marry me," he continued, voice firm, "doesn't mean you will stay like this forever—scared and traumatized."His words were rough but held a strange kind of concern, a
author's povHe took the glass of water from the nightstand and brought it to her trembling lips. His hand, though bandaged and slightly shaking, was steady enough to hold the glass for her. "Okay, now stop stuttering and drink," he said gently, his voice low but firm.She nodded quickly, instinctively trying to reach for the glass, but he didn’t let go. Her hands were still shivering, so he tilted the glass himself. She drank obediently, gulping down the water like a lifeline. Her throat was parched, dry from crying and screaming, and the cold water soothed the burn in her chest. Once finished, he placed the glass back on the nightstand and shifted slightly away, leaving a respectful distance between them."Don’t be scared of me," he said, settling onto the edge of the bed. "I won’t do anything to you."She gave a slight nod. But then, as if remembering something crucial, she quickly added in a soft, broken voice, "Okay."He looked at her with faint amusement. The way she scrambled t
Author's POVAs soon as Petal saw Sebastian’s bleeding hand, she didn’t waste a second. Her instincts kicked in and she sprinted toward the bathroom, her bare feet padding softly against the cold floor. The moment she spotted the first aid kit tucked in the cabinet, she snatched it and returned with hurried steps, her breath catching as she knelt beside him. Despite everything—every scar he’d left on her heart—she began treating his wound with trembling hands, the smell of antiseptic stinging her nose.The silence between them was heavy, dense with unspoken pain. She didn’t dare look at him as she worked, but her voice broke through, soft and barely audible. “I don’t know why... I feel safe with you,” she said, more to herself than to him. “Even after all the dreams... even when I’m scared... this part of me knows I can trust you.”Sebastian’s jaw tightened. Guilt clung to him like a shadow. He didn’t deserve her trust. Not after what he’d done. He looked at her, a flicker of pain in
Author's pov"I'm so sorry," he whispered brokenly, brushing her damp hair from her face. His thumb gently grazed her cheek as he stared at her pale features, twisted in pain even in unconsciousness. "Please... come back to me, Petal. Please."Her breathing hitched.The grip of the nightmare began to loosen its hold, like morning light slowly banishing a dark fog. Her eyelashes fluttered. Her lids, heavy and red from silent weeping in her sleep, lifted just enough to reveal a pair of hazy eyes. Disoriented. Lost. Her gaze didn't recognize the room, or even him.But instinct overrode confusion.Like a flower leaning toward the sun, she lunged forward. Her arms, trembling, wrapped around Sebastian tightly. She buried her face in his chest, her sobs muffled by his shirt, her entire body wracked with silent tremors. Though her mind was clouded, her soul seemed to remember him. Her body sought the safety, the warmth, the familiarity of his embrace.And Sebastian?He froze.Then he wrapped
Sebastian's povToday... I crossed every limit. I became what I hate. And I don’t even know how to undo it.The silence in the study was deafening. Shadows loomed in every corner, and the only sound that existed was the irregular rise and fall of his breathing, jagged and raw. Sebastian sat against the cold wall, his head tilted back as the pain pulsed through his bleeding knuckles. But it was nothing compared to the agony gnawing at his chest. The skin could heal. But the soul? The soul he had shattered—that was a different story.His hand throbbed where he had punched the wall in a rage, again and again, until his knuckles split open. Blood smeared the white paint, dripping down like the weight of his guilt. His shirt clung to his chest, soaked in sweat, but he didn’t care. Nothing mattered anymore. Nothing except the girl he had pushed too far.Petal.He couldn’t even speak her name without feeling his throat tighten. His little flower. The only purity he had ever touched, and he h
Author’s POV The click of the lock echoed sharply in the silence of the study. He stood there, motionless for a second, then suddenly clenched his fists, stormed toward the wall, and smashed his knuckles into the hard surface. “FUCK YOU!” he shouted, the sound raw and broken, “You bastard! What have you done now?!” His fist slammed again, cracking the skin, blood trickling slowly from the fresh wounds. The sting of pain didn’t compare to the agony inside him. A tear slipped from his eye—not from the physical torment, but because he knew he had inflicted far worse pain on her. His little flower. His innocent, delicate Petal. He collapsed against the wall, sliding down until he hit the floor, his back pressed against the cold surface. He let out a bitter laugh that quickly morphed into a choked sob. His heart and mind screamed at him, battling violently within him, a storm that refused to calm. You almost raped her. You forced yourself onto her. You’re the monster she should’ve