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0.A/N, character intro

This 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.Plagiarism is a Crime. Punishable by Law.All Right Reserved @2022*******************************************************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 readingCharacter introSEBASTIAN 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“Please don’t do this, I don’

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Petal's POV The night was silent, save for the echo of my heartbeat pounding in my ears. How had I ended up here? The air in the room felt suffocating, the dim lighting casting ominous shadows on the walls. My face still burned from the sting of his slap, and my shoulder throbbed where his teeth had sunk into my flesh. My mind raced, desperate for answers, desperate for a way out. But the only thing that greeted me was the sinister smirk on Sebastian's face, a cruel reminder of the power he wielded. How did my life spiral into this? Everything had been fine—or so I thought. I had been preparing for graduation, dreaming of a quiet and independent life. My family was my world, and I had plans to make them proud. But Sebastian, with his overwhelming presence, had other plans. He had always been around—my family’s close friend, a charming yet enigmatic figure. I never paid much attention to him beyond the polite exchanges and casual meetings. I never realized he had been watching me, s

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Petal’s POV "Petal, if you are up, get ready for college. It’s already late!" yelled my mom from the kitchen downstairs. Her voice jolted me awake, and I groggily glanced at the clock on my nightstand. It was already past 8 a.m., and my classes started at 9. Thankfully, my college was only a 15-minute walk from home. But that was irrelevant since Dad always insisted on dropping me off on his way to work. He’s a professor at the same university, which often feels like both a blessing and a curse. Stretching lazily, I swung my legs over the bed and trudged to the bathroom. As the cool water splashed over my face, I slowly started feeling more awake. My mom’s voice rang in my ears again, reminding me to hurry up. It wasn’t unusual for her to be the most organized person in the family, juggling everything at home while still keeping tabs on everyone else’s schedule. My family is the heart of my world. We’re five members: Mom, Dad, my elder brother, my younger brother, and me. My elder b

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Sebastian’s POV The shrill sound of my alarm broke the silence of the early morning. I groaned, rubbing my face as I forced myself out of bed. It was another day, another battle to conquer in the corporate world. Pushing aside my lingering drowsiness, I headed to the bathroom, stepping into the shower. The cold water hit my skin, washing away the remnants of sleep and clearing my mind. Afterward, I put on my perfectly tailored Armani suit, a staple of my wardrobe that spoke of power and precision. As I adjusted my cufflinks, my butler knocked softly on the door before entering. “Sir, breakfast is ready,” he informed me with his usual calm demeanor. He was a man in his mid-50s, with a head full of grey hair and a posture that reflected years of dedicated service. I respected him immensely, knowing the effort and discipline it took to stay steadfast in one’s duties. Respect like that doesn’t come easy; it’s earned through hardship, something I know all too well. But the past is a door

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Petal'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

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Sebastian's pov The day started as any other, filled with the monotony of routine meetings and tasks that seemed to stretch longer than necessary. My patience, though refined over the years, was wearing thin as I navigated through the endless discussions, nodding at the appropriate times and issuing directives when required. Externally, I exuded calm authority, but my mind was elsewhere, entangled with thoughts of her. Lunch with foreign clients followed, set in one of the finest restaurants downtown. The setting was grand, the air filled with the hum of satisfaction as my clients reveled in their success, raising glasses to toast the profits they had secured. I played my role well—engaging just enough to maintain appearances while my true focus remained on her. Each smile I offered and every calculated remark was merely a performance, masking my preoccupation. When the day finally allowed me to retreat to the sanctuary of my penthouse, I welcomed the quietude that greeted me. The p

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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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