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Petal’s POV “I’ve destroyed men for less than what you just did,” he muttered in a low, venom-laced whisper. His voice was calm, too calm, like the deadly silence before a hurricane. The dim lighting of the room only enhanced the coldness in his eyes—blue, sharp, and terrifying.“But I won’t destroy you, Petal. No…” He walked slowly towards me, each step echoing ominously across the polished wooden floor. “I’ll keep you. Break you. Love you until there’s nothing left of you that wasn’t touched by me.”My breath hitched in my throat. I curled up tighter on the bed, my arms wrapping around myself as if they could shield me from his words, his presence, his madness.“You don’t love me,” I said, my voice trembling. “You’re just afraid of losing control.”He stopped mid-step, his body going rigid for a moment before slowly turning to face me. That crooked, maddening smile curled on his lips again. “Maybe,” he said softly. “But I’m still going to marry you.”“No!” I cried, my voice rising

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Petal's POVHe stood by the edge of the bed, watching me with a gaze that scorched more than any flame ever could. His eyes were unreadable, dark as the storm that brewed silently behind his well-composed mask."I’ll give you a day," he said finally, his voice a low growl. “One day to pretend you’re free. One day to breathe. After that…”He didn’t finish the sentence.He didn’t need to.Because I already knew what that meant.I was no longer a person to him. I was his. Mind. Body. Soul. And monsters like Sebastian D'Angelo—beautiful, broken, merciless monsters—don’t let go. His lips curled into a smirk, one that held no joy, only promise. Promise of ruin.Suddenly, the smirk vanished.His gaze roamed over me—and everything in his expression shifted. I was still sitting on the bed, my body trembling uncontrollably, my chest heaving. My fingers clutched the torn remnants of my top desperately, trying to shield myself. My hair fell in wild disarray across my face. My lips were swollen an

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Sebastian’s POVThe moment tom called to inform me she was sitting in that cafe—with him—I lost it.I didn’t care about the meeting I was in. I didn’t care about the clients, the investors, or the goddamn reputation I’d built over years. I just grabbed my keys and stormed out. My hands gripped the steering wheel like a vice as I sped through the streets, my knuckles turning white. Thoughts spiraled in my head. What was she doing with him? Why was she laughing?And why the hell did I feel like my chest was about to explode?When I reached the cafe, I didn’t even bother to calm myself. I stormed in and spotted her immediately. There she was—my flower, my Petal—sitting across from him. Her hair catching sunlight, lips curled in a smile, and he was handing her water like they were something… more.That bastard had the audacity to touch her hand.My blood boiled.I didn’t walk—I marched. My shoes hit the tile like a warning shot. And then… she felt me. I knew she did. Her head turned towar

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Sebastian's POVI spanked her thirty times.Yes, thirty. Each strike had its purpose—not just for discipline, but to remind her where she belonged. My palm left a rosy imprint on her delicate skin, and with every slap, her resistance softened, only to rise again in the form of hot tears that trailed down her cheeks. She cried, her soft sobs echoing in the room, stabbing something deep inside me. But I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. She needed to understand.After the final one, I pulled her close and made her sit on my lap, wrapping my arms around her trembling frame. She looked up at me, defiance blazing in those teary eyes. And then, she started yelling.Unbelievable.Her voice cracked from emotion, and her small fists hit my chest, as if that would change a damn thing. I caught her hands mid-air and held them tight.“You’re no one’s but mine,” I growled, voice low and firm, each word laced with a promise she would come to understand—sooner or later.She froze. Her chest rose and fell rap

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Sebastian's POVI knew she would fight me. That’s what she always did—fight, scratch, run, scream. My Petal had fire in her. The kind of fire that makes men fall to their knees or burn alive. And yet, I stood there, fearless. Because I was the only one who knew how to hold that fire without getting scorched.“It’s OK if you don't want hot chocolate, let’s have a serious talk,” I said, my voice calm, but my grip on her wrist firm.The moment those words left my lips, her entire body turned tense. Her pupils widened, she began to squirm, struggling to get out of my hold. I knew her. I knew her next move before she even made it. As she lifted her knee, probably intending to hit me where the sun doesn’t shine, I caught her leg mid-air, stopping her before she even got close.I smirked.She should’ve known better.My body pressed against hers, pinning her down. Her heartbeat thundered against mine, wild and chaotic—just like her.“You’re sick,” she spat.“Maybe I am,” I whispered back with

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Sebastian's POV"I will get you. I don't want any whores who want to be with me for my money," I said, smirking as my eyes locked onto her tear-filled ones. She was trembling, but not from the cold. From fear. From me."Please don't do this, I don't want to marry you," she whimpered, her voice cracking with desperation. Her pleas only fueled the fire raging inside me."You don't have a choice, my flower," I announced, voice sharp like a blade. She belonged to me. She always had. She just hadn't realized it yet."But you are..." she tried to argue, but her voice faltered.I tilted my head dangerously. "You are what? Complete the sentence, Petal," I said, my voice a low, lethal whisper.Silence. She just kept crying, her tiny fists clenching the fabric of her dress.My patience snapped like a brittle thread. "I said complete the fucking sentence!" I roared, slamming my fist against the headboard, making her flinch violently. Still, she said nothing.Fury overtook reason. I leaned forwar

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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

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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

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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

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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

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