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petal's pov A Captive Flower The car rolled to a smooth stop in front of my house, and relief flooded my veins. My fingers reached for the seatbelt, eager to free myself, but before I could fully unbuckle it, I heard a sharp click. My heart stopped. I tried pulling the door handle, but it wouldn’t budge. A sinking feeling pooled in my stomach as I turned my head toward Sebastian, my captor for the evening. His lips curled into a smirk, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the steering wheel as if amused by my sudden panic. “Stay away from that jerk… Jake, or whatever his name is,” his voice was dangerously calm, but the underlying warning was clear. “And don’t trust any boys, Petal. Believe me when I say punishment, I mean it.” The car felt suffocating. His scent, dark and intoxicating, filled the space, wrapping around me like an invisible noose. My throat was dry, my body frozen. “I think you don’t want to be punished after what happened today, right, my little flower?”

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petal's pov A Tension-Filled Invitation "I was coming to your house to talk about the party on Wednesday. On the way, I saw Petal with her friend Samy, so I picked her up," Sebastian said, smirking slightly. My mother didn’t notice his smirk, but I did. That smug, knowing expression on his face made me uneasy, but I didn’t say anything. Instead, I just nodded, watching him carefully, trying to find any trace of a lie. But his expression was calm—too calm. He was good at hiding things. I didn’t want to stand there any longer, so I excused myself and went to my room. As soon as I closed the door behind me, I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding. My heart was still pounding from this morning’s events. I didn’t want to think about it. I didn’t want to remember the way he had stolen my first kiss, the way his grip had felt too tight, too possessive. I shook my head and exhaled, forcing those memories to the back of my mind. I changed into something more comfortable—a loose

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petal's pov A Reluctant Invitation “Mom, can I not go, please?” I asked, my voice laced with desperation as I followed her around the kitchen. My fingers gripped the edge of the dining table as if anchoring myself to safety. The thought of going there again made my stomach churn with anxiety. Mom barely glanced at me as she continued chopping vegetables. “No arguments about this topic, Petal. We are going, and that’s final,” she said firmly, leaving no room for discussion. I swallowed hard, feeling my last shred of hope vanish. She didn’t understand. She didn’t know what had happened last time—what he did to me. Or maybe she just didn’t care. To her, this was just another social gathering, an opportunity to maintain connections with powerful people. But for me, it was a nightmare waiting to repeat itself. Biting my lip, I fought the urge to scream in frustration. “But, Mom—” “Enough,” she interrupted, turning to face me. Her eyes held that familiar stern look, the one that mean

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Petal’s POV I stepped outside from bathroom to my room, switched off the lights, and laid down on my bed. Even though I had slept in the afternoon, I wasn't feeling sleepy at all. My mind kept going back to the events of the past two days, playing them over and over again like a movie stuck on replay. I had initially thought that what happened during dinner was just Sebastian being helpful—maybe even polite in his own strange way—but after what happened yesterday and today, I was sure he was up to something. How could he just kiss me like that? My cheeks flushed at the mere thought of it. He had no right. I barely even understood him, yet he acted as if he had some claim over me. I tossed to my side, hugging my pillow tightly. I just needed to avoid him at any cost. That was the only way I could make sure he wouldn't try anything again. But then… the party. I sighed in frustration. Samy had said I hadn't done anything wrong, and she was right. If I hadn’t done anything, why should

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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,

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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