All Chapters of Sebastian's Obsession: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Petal's POV – A Cage of Love and Lies“If I get to know that you shared this with your friend, I’ll make her vanish from college. She won’t even graduate. Do you want that, my flower?”His words were ice, cutting into the fragile parts of me that still hoped he might one day be gentle. He called me "my flower" with the same mouth that delivered threats. His voice was calm — disturbingly calm — and laced with a possessive edge that sent chills down my spine. I could barely breathe, every syllable tightening a noose around my throat.“And I know,” he continued, leaning closer, his breath grazing the shell of my ear, “your little mind is probably thinking of escape. You're trying to figure out how to run. But know this — you can’t escape me. Not easily. I won’t let you go.”I wanted to scream, to push him away, but I had learned by now — resistance only made things worse. Tears welled up in my eyes, but I stayed silent. I refused to give him the satisfaction of breaking me aloud. I turne

Petal’s POV I woke up in the evening, my eyes fluttering open to the dim orange hue spilling in from the curtains. I turned my head, blinking slowly at the glowing numbers on the wall clock. 7:00 PM. My stomach churned. I had only planned to nap for a few minutes — just to rest my eyes — but clearly, I’d slipped into a much deeper sleep. I sighed heavily. Nice job, Petal. Now you’ll be wide awake all night. Brilliant. Groaning, I slowly got off the bed, my limbs feeling stiff from lying in an awkward position. I dragged myself to the washroom and splashed cold water on my face, trying to shake off the sleep that still clung to me. As I looked into the mirror, I scolded myself aloud, “You stupid Petal, now stay up all night like a ghost.” My voice was hoarse, laced with irritation. Once I’d freshened up and changed into more comfortable clothes, I made my way downstairs. The comforting aroma of food drifted toward me, a mix of spices and vegetables sizzling in the pan. I headed int

Petal's pov The room felt colder after Sebastian flung my phone onto the bed, his voice reverberating against the ornate wallpaper and echoing in my thoughts. “No, don’t you dare delete my contact. If you dare, then get ready for punishment,” he’d roared, and my heart had thudded so loudly I was sure he could hear it. The red velvet sofa, the flickering candles, the heavy, ancient paintings lining the walls—everything seemed to lean in to witness the scene unfolding. But nothing was more intense than the man himself: Sebastian, oozing control, oozing danger, his presence overwhelming. He turned toward me with a smirk, and dread settled in my stomach. I knew that smirk. That smirk meant mischief. Worse, it meant he was already two steps ahead, his mind weaving a web I always found myself tangled in. God, save me, I pleaded silently, fingers twitching at my side. “Now, what do we have here? Let’s talk,” he said, closing the distance. His tone was low, a challenge wrapped in velvet.

Sebastian's POVThe ticking of the clock echoed loudly in my office, blending with the rustle of papers and the dull buzz of my computer screen. Yet, none of those sounds mattered. All I could think about was her. My flower. Petal.I'd sent her a message this morning. A soft, simple text just to check on her. No reply."She must be in class," I muttered to myself, brushing it off. I threw myself back into the maze of spreadsheets and numbers. But the thoughts kept returning. Ten minutes passed. Twenty. An hour. Still nothing. I checked my phone repeatedly.By lunchtime, the silence from her side had begun to bother me. I asked my assistant to bring lunch to my cabin. Normally, I would’ve savored the meal while reviewing the day’s progress. But today, the food sat untouched. My appetite had vanished the moment I unlocked my phone again to see no reply from her.The anger crept in. A slow, boiling rage."How can she just ignore me like that?"I shoved the tray aside and leaned back in m

sebastian's POVAs she thought she was free, I placed my right hand on the wall beside her. She had almost made it out of the room, her footsteps tentative, her expression unreadable, but I couldn’t let her walk away—not yet. With the calculated precision of someone who had rehearsed this moment in his mind a thousand times, I caged her between me and the wall. My arms shot out, placing my hands on either side of her, blocking every possible escape.She froze, her shoulders stiffening as her back met the cold plaster behind her. Then she tried to escape. She attempted to slide down, to slip away from me like water through a sieve. But I was faster. With one swift motion, I caught her waist and held her tightly in one place.Her eyes darted to mine, wide and searching. Desperate, perhaps, for some sign of leniency or compassion. But I gave her none. My stare was steady, calm, and unwavering—the look of a man who had made up his mind. Yet beneath it all, I was maddeningly patient, waiti