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2022-12-30 17:05:48Petal's POV
After my math class ended, I collected my belongings, stuffed them into my bag, and left the lecture hall. I was exhausted, but knowing my dad would be waiting for me outside made me feel relieved. Walking toward the university gates, I spotted him in our car, parked at the usual spot. “Hey, Dad,” I greeted, sliding into the passenger seat. “Hello, Petal,” he said, smiling warmly as I buckled up. “How was your day at college?” “Boring as usual,” I replied, sighing dramatically. “Physics drained all my energy, and math wasn’t much better.” He chuckled lightly, starting the car. “Well, that’s part of being a science student. But hey, your hard work will pay off someday.” “Yeah, yeah,” I said, rolling my eyes playfully. “How was your day, though? Did you terrorize your students with impossible quizzes?” “Me? Terrorize?” he asked, feigning innocence. “Never! I’m their favorite professor, thank you very much.” I laughed, shaking my head. Dad always had a way of making me smile, no matter how tired I was. The drive home was peaceful, the streets familiar as we passed by small shops and neighborhoods. As usual, we talked about random things—his students, my classes, and, of course, Mom’s cooking. When we pulled into the driveway, I unbuckled my seatbelt and got out of the car. “Thanks for picking me up, Dad.” “Anytime, kiddo,” he replied, grabbing his briefcase. We walked into the house together, and as soon as I stepped through the front door, I yelled, “Mom, I’m home!” “Lunch is ready, sweetheart. Go freshen up and come downstairs,” Mom called from the kitchen. I glanced at Dad. “Guess I’d better hurry. See you at the table!” He smiled and nodded as I dashed upstairs to my room. I quickly changed into my favorite comfortable clothes—a pair of soft sweatpants and a loose t-shirt—then washed up before heading back downstairs. At the dining table, I found Dad already seated, chatting with Mom. The smell of my favorite dish wafted through the air, making my stomach growl. “Wow, Mom, this smells amazing!” I said as I took my seat. “Eat up, sweetheart,” she said, placing a plate in front of me. We ate together, the conversation light and cheerful. Dad shared a funny story about one of his students, and Mom told us about a neighbor’s new puppy. I felt a sense of peace wash over me—these moments with my family were my favorite part of the day. After lunch, I helped Mom clean up. While I washed the dishes, she wiped down the counters and organized the kitchen. Once everything was spotless, I excused myself and headed back to my room. The moment I lay down on my bed, exhaustion hit me like a wave. I closed my eyes, and before I knew it, I was fast asleep. --- When I woke up, the clock read 5 PM. Groggily, I got out of bed and headed to the bathroom to wash my face. The cold water helped wake me up, and I felt a little more refreshed. Back in my room, I decided to get started on my assignment. Pulling out my notebook and laptop, I settled at my desk and got to work. Time flew by as I focused on my task, and I didn’t even notice how quiet the house had become. Suddenly, a loud voice broke through my concentration. “DINNER IS READY!” I jumped in my chair, my heart racing. Turning around, I saw my little brother, Michael, grinning mischievously. “Michael Viotto!” I yelled, clutching my chest. “Are you out of your mind? You scared the life out of me!” He laughed, already backing out of my room. “You should’ve seen your face! Priceless!” “You just wait!” I said, leaping out of my chair. Michael bolted down the hallway, and I chased after him. By the time we reached the dining table, I managed to smack him lightly on the back of his head. “That’s for scaring me!” “Hey, no fighting at the table,” Mom scolded, though her lips twitched in amusement. Michael stuck his tongue out at me before taking his seat. I rolled my eyes and sat down as well, trying to ignore his smug grin. Our family dinners were always lively. Dad shared updates from work, Mom asked about my assignments, and Michael, as usual, tried to get on my nerves. My older brother, Matt, wasn’t with us since he worked abroad, but we often talked about him, wondering how he was doing. After dinner, we all retired to our rooms. Since I’d already napped in the afternoon, I wasn’t sleepy yet. I decided to spend some time drawing. I grabbed my sketchbook and pencils, letting my creativity flow. As the night grew quieter, I finally set my sketchbook aside. Tomorrow was another day of college, so I decided it was time to sleep. Crawling into bed, I turned off the lights, a small smile on my lips as I drifted off. If you're enjoying the story, please take a moment to vote and like! Your support helps me continue writing and reaching more readers. Feel free to leave a comment as well – I’d love to hear your thoughts! Thank you for your love and encouragement!
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Petal's POV The afternoon breeze carried the aroma of freshly prepared spices as I stood by my mother in the kitchen. Her soft hums filled the room, blending perfectly with the rhythm of chopping and stirring. I couldn't believe it when she told me Sebastian would be joining us for dinner. Sebastian—so polished, so perfect—was coming to our humble home. The news had left me in a whirlwind of emotions, ranging from excitement to an inexplicable nervousness. I had offered to help with the preparations, wanting everything to be flawless. From slicing vegetables to stirring sauces, I immersed myself in the tasks, careful not to let my mind wander too much to thoughts of him. For two straight hours, we worked tirelessly. By the time the dishes were done, I was sweaty, exhausted, and, honestly, smelling like the very food we’d made. "Go freshen up, Petal. You’ve done enough," Mom said with a smile, patting my cheek. I nodded and headed to my room. The first thing I did was take a long, s
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Author's POV Sebastian adjusted the scarf around his neck, its soft fabric brushing against his skin. He glanced at his reflection in the mirror, admiring the casual yet striking look of his white V-neck T-shirt paired with black trousers. The jean jacket added a touch of rugged charm, while the scarf provided a hint of elegance. For once, he felt free from the confines of his usual business attire. Tonight wasn’t about boardrooms or deals; it was a family dinner—a rare chance to embrace normalcy. Confident yet relaxed, Sebastian couldn’t ignore how effortlessly handsome he looked, ready to step into a different world. Sebastian adjusted the scarf around his neck, feeling the soft fabric brush against his skin. He glanced at his reflection in the rearview mirror of his Ferrari before pulling out of his mansion's driveway. For a moment, he hesitated, thinking about how different this evening was from his usual life filled with power suits and business meetings. Tonight was special—he
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Petal’s POV The soft clinking of silverware and the gentle hum of voices around me faded into the background as Sebastian's words reached my ears. "Your mom is asking you to go downstairs, come, let’s go." His voice was smooth, almost commanding, yet it held a warmth that seemed to envelop me. I nodded, still trying to gather my thoughts from our earlier conversation, and followed him down the stairs. As we walked through the corridor, I was lost in the moment, thinking about how everything felt so surreal. I was still getting used to the idea of Sebastian being in our home, sitting with us, and acting like he belonged here. The only thing that brought me back to reality was a sudden, sharp bump to my head. It wasn’t a wall, as I initially thought, but rather Sebastian’s broad back. He had abruptly stopped walking, causing me to crash into him. My breath caught in my throat, and I quickly took a step back, trying to regain my composure. Sebastian turned to face me, his expression u
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The Weight of His Presence I turned around to see who it was, and my heart skipped a beat when I saw Sebastian standing there, his dark, piercing eyes locked onto mine. His presence filled the room effortlessly, making it feel smaller and more suffocating. I couldn’t meet his gaze for long, not after what had happened earlier in my room. My cheeks burned at the memory, and I quickly turned back to the sink, pretending to focus on the dishes. But before I could fully regain my composure, I felt a firm grip on my forearms. His touch was strong yet controlled, his long fingers wrapping around me with a possessive hold. He stopped me in my tracks, leaving no room for escape. “Look at me,” he commanded, his voice deep and husky, sending an involuntary shiver down my spine. I shook my head quickly, refusing to meet his gaze. The thought of facing him, of confronting the intensity in his eyes, was too much to bear. “Look at me,” he said again, this time with a hint of impatience. Before
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Petals pov I stood at the sink, scrubbing the last of the dinner plates. The sound of running water and the clink of dishes against one another were oddly soothing, a welcome distraction from my racing thoughts. Moments ago, Sebastian Knight had walked out of the kitchen, and I couldn’t deny the way his presence had affected me. My face was still warm, my cheeks betraying the flush I was desperately trying to suppress. I shook my head and told myself to calm down. “It’s just Sebastian,” I murmured, though the words felt hollow. There was nothing “just” about Sebastian Knight. After finishing the dishes, I dried my hands and headed to the living room, where my parents and Sebastian were engaged in a conversation. The soft hum of their voices filled the room as I walked in, trying not to draw too much attention to myself. I chose a seat beside my mother, directly across from Sebastian. He looked as composed as ever, lounging comfortably in the armchair as though he belonged there. At
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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
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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
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Sebastian's Obsession 74
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
Sebastian's Obsession 73
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
Sebastian's Obsession 72
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
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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
Sebastian's Obsession 70
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
Sebastian's Obsession 69
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
Sebastian's Obsession 68
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 Obsession 67
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
Sebastian's Obsession 66
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
