All Chapters of Sebastian's Obsession: Chapter 111 - Chapter 117

author's POVPetal stood near the steps of the stage, her fingers lightly clutching the edge of her gown as she waited for Sammy’s name to be called. The auditorium buzzed with excitement—camera flashes, murmured conversations, proud parents whispering blessings under their breath. The scent of fresh flowers and polished wood lingered in the air. Everything felt unreal, like a dream she was walking through slowly.Her own medal rested against her chest, cool and solid, reminding her that this moment was real.When the announcer finally called, “Samaira Smith,” Petal’s heart leapt.Sammy walked up confidently, though Petal could see the slight tremble in her steps. The principal smiled warmly as he handed Sammy her degree and placed the medal around her neck. Applause filled the hall again, loud and proud.Petal clapped with all her strength, tears gathering in her eyes. They had studied together. Stressed together. Cried before exams together. And now—They had made it.When Sammy cam

Author’s POVThe house still carried the warmth of lunch.Sunlight streamed generously through the tall dining room windows, turning the polished wooden floors honey-gold. The faint aroma of garlic bread, spices, and melted cheese lingered in the air, blending with the sweetness of strawberry cheesecake that still sat half-finished on the table. Plates had been cleared, but glasses of juice and water remained, catching light like fragments of glass.It was early afternoon in Brooklyn — the kind of hour when the world felt open and unhurried. Outside, children’s laughter drifted faintly from the street. A dog barked somewhere down the block. The sky was bright and unapologetically blue.Inside, however, the air had shifted.Sebastian D’Angelo sat composed in his chair, one leg crossed over the other, his posture relaxed but never careless. The sunlight hit the sharp lines of his face, highlighting the control in his expression. He had barely touched his phone during lunch. Barely. But

author's POV The cool water curled around Petal’s feet, retreating and returning with each gentle wave. The rhythmic sound of the sea filled her ears, slowly washing away the noise in her mind. For the first time that day—perhaps for the first time in a long time—she felt… light.A small smile touched her lips.She closed her eyes, letting the breeze brush against her skin, lifting strands of her hair and carrying away fragments of her tension. The world behind her faded—the expectations, the pressure, the confusion.Here, at the edge of the ocean, it was just her.Just the waves.Just the moment.A faint sigh escaped her lips.“I wish I knew how to swim…” she murmured softly to herself, glancing at the endless stretch of water before her.There was something almost magical about it—the freedom, the depth, the unknown. She imagined what it would feel like to step deeper, to let the water carry her, to trust it.But she couldn’t.She didn’t know how.Still, that didn’t stop her from e

Petal's POV That one drop of paint that touched the canvas seemed to spread like a raindrop hitting still water.As I stared at it, the memory pulled me deeper.Suddenly, I wasn't sitting in my room anymore.I was eighteen again.Sitting alone in that college gazebo.Waiting.The sound of rain drumming against the roof echoed around me. The cold breeze carried tiny droplets into the shelter, brushing against my skin and making me shiver. Every now and then, a stronger gust of wind would push a spray of rain across the tiled floor, forcing the few remaining students to move further inside.My mother had simply said someone would pick me up.But who?Other than my family, I didn't really have anyone.No close friends.No relatives living nearby.And even Sammy wasn't around today. She had been sick since morning and hadn't attended classes.I hugged my bag closer to my chest.Maybe Grandpa was coming.That was the only explanation that made sense.Still, something felt strange.The rai