Petal’s POV The anticipation in my chest grew as Samy and I stepped into the living room where my family waited. My mother’s warm eyes softened as she took in our appearance, a gentle smile curving her lips. "You both look stunning," she complimented, adjusting the neckline of my dress slightly. My father nodded approvingly. "Elegant and graceful, just as expected." A small blush crept onto my cheeks. "Thank you, Dad." Samy, beside me, beamed. "Tonight's going to be fun!" she chirped, her excitement barely contained. We made our way to the cars. My father, mother, and Max took one, while Samy and I chose to ride together in her sleek black sedan. As we pulled out of the driveway, my heart pounded a little harder. Sebastian Knight. I hadn’t seen him in a long time, yet the thought of crossing paths with him again made my stomach flutter in an unfamiliar way. The city lights blurred past as we drove through the streets, the hum of the engine filling the silence between us. Samy,
Petal's Pov The Dance of Jealousy and Control The evening shimmered with dazzling chandeliers and soft melodies, setting an atmosphere of sophistication and elegance. Samy and I were lost in our usual banter, talking about random things, when an unfamiliar yet undeniably attractive man approached us. He appeared to be around Sebastian's age or perhaps slightly younger, but while he was handsome, he wasn’t as strikingly magnetic as Sebastian. My mind immediately scolded me for the comparison. Why are you even thinking about Sebastian? Why does he always creep into your thoughts, even when he’s nowhere near? His sharp green eyes scanned me with curiosity, a smirk playing on his lips. "You look new here." I frowned slightly. "I’m not." He chuckled. "Then how come I’ve never seen you before?" Samy arched an eyebrow. "Because she doesn’t attend useless parties." The stranger’s lips curled into a charming smirk as he turned his full attention toward me. "Hey, beautiful lady, may I ha
petal's pov Trapped in the Lion’s Den The air inside the grand mansion was thick with music, laughter, and the clinking of glasses, yet none of it could drown out the feeling of his eyes on me. Sebastian. I could still feel his gaze searing through me like a dagger, even as I tried to ignore him. It wasn’t just a look—it was something far more dangerous. An unspoken threat. A shiver crawled down my spine as I turned my head, and this time, I caught him staring at me, his eyes dark and heavy with something unreadable. But there was no mistaking the intensity in them. It was almost murderous. My breath hitched in my throat. What have I done now to make him this angry? I thought inwardly, swallowing the nervous lump that had formed in my throat. He wasn’t just upset—he was livid. And yet, even in his fury, there was something intoxicating about him. The sharp angles of his face, the cruel beauty of his rage, the way his entire presence seemed to command the air around him. I should
Petal's POV When I turned around after closing the bathroom door, I came face to face with Sebastian. My eyes widened at his sudden intrusion, my breath hitched, and I took a step back instinctively. But there was nowhere to go. He stood too close—just a foot apart. The air around us felt heavy, suffocating, charged with something dark and unreadable. "Why are you here, Sebastian?" I masked my shock, forcing my face into an indifferent expression. I couldn't let him see my fear. His lips curled into a smirk, but there was no humor in his eyes. “Can’t I come to my own room?” he said. I blinked, my mind trying to make sense of his words. His room? My gaze darted around the space. The walls were gray and black, cold and impersonal—just like him. The massive bed in the center of the room, the dark furniture, the lack of warmth. It made sense now. A place as emotionless and commanding as its owner. "Wait… what?" My voice came out in a whisper, more to myself than to him. And then, lik
Possessive Obsession petal's pov The room was dimly lit, the glow from the chandelier above casting golden reflections across the dark wooden floor. The tension between us was thick, suffocating. My heartbeat pounded in my ears, and every fiber of my body screamed for me to run—but I couldn’t. Not when his iron grip was locked around my wrist, bruising my skin as he pulled me close. His lips brushed against my ear, his breath warm yet laced with a chilling intensity. "When I tell you to behave, I mean it," Sebastian murmured, his voice dangerously low. I swallowed the lump forming in my throat, my body tensing against his. My hands balled into fists at my sides as I looked up at him, my anger bubbling to the surface. "What have I done now?" I demanded, my voice sharp with defiance. His smirk faded. The playful cruelty in his expression disappeared, replaced by something darker, something more terrifying. His fingers moved to my chin, forcing me to look up at him. His touch was
petal's pov Twisted Obsession His eyes darkened with something almost primal as he grabbed my chin, forcing me to look up at him. His grip was firm, demanding control, his touch burning into my skin like a silent warning. "You’re playing with fire," he murmured, his deep voice sending a shiver down my spine. I swallowed hard, but I refused to look away. If he thought I would cower, he was wrong. "Then let me burn," I shot back, my voice steady despite the erratic pounding of my heart. His lips curled into a slow, dangerous smirk. He leaned in, his breath fanning over my lips as he whispered, "Oh, you will, little flower. You have no idea what you've just started." The air between us crackled with tension, thick and suffocating. A war of wills. A battle for control. Then suddenly—he let me go. Relief flooded through me, but it was short-lived. Before I could take a single step, he struck like a predator, his hands gripping my waist as he threw me onto the bed with a force that
petal's pov Trapped in His World I lay there, my breath uneven, my mind struggling to process everything that had just happened. My torn dress clung to me, the fabric barely covering my trembling body. The room was dimly lit, casting long shadows on the walls, and the air was thick with his scent—intoxicating, suffocating. Sebastian rose above me, his figure imposing as he looked down at me with unreadable eyes. Then, without a word, he gestured for me to stand. My body ached, my pride shattered, but I obeyed. I had no choice. I clutched the torn edges of my dress tightly, and placed my hand on my chest to at least protect my dignity, my fingers digging into the ruined fabric as I followed him. He walked toward a door, his movements slow and deliberate, as if he expected me to hesitate. And I did. Something inside me screamed to run, to escape. But where would I go? I was trapped in his world. As we walked deeper into his domain, realization struck me like a cold blade—I had no
Bound by Obsession Petal’s POV The air between us was thick with tension, a mix of something dark and unspoken. As I stepped out of the walk-in closet, clutching my shoes, I found Sebastian standing in the middle of the room, staring at me. His piercing gaze held something unreadable, something possessive. His eyes roamed over my body, taking in every inch of me with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. "What’s with the staring all the time?" I murmured inwardly, feeling my heartbeat quicken. Just when I thought he would look away, he started walking toward me. Instinctively, I stepped back, but he didn’t stop. Each step he took, I took one back. A silent predator and his prey. My back hit the cold, unforgiving wall, and I knew I was trapped. His presence loomed over me, consuming all the space around me. He was close. Too close. An inch apart. I gasped, my grip on my shoes loosening. Before they could hit the ground, Sebastian’s hands moved swiftly, catching them
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
Sebastian's POV"I will get you. I don't want any whores who want to be with me for my money," I said, smirking as my eyes locked onto her tear-filled ones. She was trembling, but not from the cold. From fear. From me."Please don't do this, I don't want to marry you," she whimpered, her voice cracking with desperation. Her pleas only fueled the fire raging inside me."You don't have a choice, my flower," I announced, voice sharp like a blade. She belonged to me. She always had. She just hadn't realized it yet."But you are..." she tried to argue, but her voice faltered.I tilted my head dangerously. "You are what? Complete the sentence, Petal," I said, my voice a low, lethal whisper.Silence. She just kept crying, her tiny fists clenching the fabric of her dress.My patience snapped like a brittle thread. "I said complete the fucking sentence!" I roared, slamming my fist against the headboard, making her flinch violently. Still, she said nothing.Fury overtook reason. I leaned forwar
Sebastian's POVI knew she would fight me. That’s what she always did—fight, scratch, run, scream. My Petal had fire in her. The kind of fire that makes men fall to their knees or burn alive. And yet, I stood there, fearless. Because I was the only one who knew how to hold that fire without getting scorched.“It’s OK if you don't want hot chocolate, let’s have a serious talk,” I said, my voice calm, but my grip on her wrist firm.The moment those words left my lips, her entire body turned tense. Her pupils widened, she began to squirm, struggling to get out of my hold. I knew her. I knew her next move before she even made it. As she lifted her knee, probably intending to hit me where the sun doesn’t shine, I caught her leg mid-air, stopping her before she even got close.I smirked.She should’ve known better.My body pressed against hers, pinning her down. Her heartbeat thundered against mine, wild and chaotic—just like her.“You’re sick,” she spat.“Maybe I am,” I whispered back with