Lahat ng Kabanata ng Sebastian's Obsession: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

author's povHe took the glass of water from the nightstand and brought it to her trembling lips. His hand, though bandaged and slightly shaking, was steady enough to hold the glass for her. "Okay, now stop stuttering and drink," he said gently, his voice low but firm.She nodded quickly, instinctively trying to reach for the glass, but he didn’t let go. Her hands were still shivering, so he tilted the glass himself. She drank obediently, gulping down the water like a lifeline. Her throat was parched, dry from crying and screaming, and the cold water soothed the burn in her chest. Once finished, he placed the glass back on the nightstand and shifted slightly away, leaving a respectful distance between them."Don’t be scared of me," he said, settling onto the edge of the bed. "I won’t do anything to you."She gave a slight nod. But then, as if remembering something crucial, she quickly added in a soft, broken voice, "Okay."He looked at her with faint amusement. The way she scrambled t

Author's POVPetal stepped out of the bathroom, her damp hair cascading over her shoulders, skin still flushed from the warmth of the shower. The oversized shirt she wore—his shirt—clung loosely to her slender form, the fabric falling just above her knees. She clutched the collar close to her throat, almost as if trying to preserve whatever little modesty she still felt in front of him.Sebastian stood by the window, his tall frame leaning casually against the wall, arms crossed, but tension roiled under the surface. He was gazing outside, seemingly deep in thought, but the soft creak of the bathroom door snapped him back to reality. His head turned slowly. And there she was.His eyes swept over her figure, dark desire flickering through his intense gaze. "There she is... looking all sexy in my shirt," he thought inwardly. But as his eyes drifted from her bare legs to the faint bruises on her cheeks, a wave of something bitter and ugly welled inside him—guilt. The bruises screamed at

The mall buzzed with soft music and a sea of customers drifting from aisle to aisle. Bright lights bounced off polished floors, and mannequins in the latest fashion stared out from tall glass windows. Petal walked beside Sebastian, quiet and composed, her eyes occasionally scanning the lively surroundings. She wasn’t used to such extravagant places, nor did she care for them. She was more of a simple bookstore-and-chai-stall type of girl.They reached the women’s section, filled with colorful tops, dresses, jeans, and accessories. Sebastian halted and gestured grandly, “Go and take whatever you want.”Petal blinked at him, a little surprised by the freedom and generosity in his tone. She nodded slightly and walked toward the racks of tops. Her movements were quick, purposeful—unlike the usual image of girls who spent hours choosing between styles and colors. She picked a soft pink top, simple and comfortable, and without wasting time, made her way to the changing rooms.Inside, she ge

author's povThe living room was filled with a heavy silence, the kind that settles when truth threatens comfort. The clock on the wall ticked steadily, an unwelcome reminder of the moments slipping away, each one more tense than the last.Max sat on the sofa beside Penelope, his posture upright but not aggressive. A mug of untouched coffee sat in his hands, its steam long gone cold. Beside him, Penelope cupped her own mug tightly, as though holding onto it kept her grounded.Sebastian sat across from them, his expression calm, composed, but undeniably tense. His fingers were laced together, resting on his knee, but his knuckles were slightly white from the pressure. He wasn’t just facing two concerned parents — he was facing the people who had treated him like their own, like family. This wasn’t just about love anymore — it was about trust, values, and lifelong bonds."You two have a decade age gap, you know that, right?" Max asked quietly, though his voice held a firm edge.Sebastia

author's pov“Did he threaten you? Is Sebastian blackmailing you to say all these?” Max’s voice sliced through the silence like a knife. His eyes were pinned on his daughter, Petal, searching for any flicker of fear, any hesitation, any sign that she wasn’t speaking her truth.Petal froze. The weight of her father’s question settled heavily on her chest. She had braced herself for this moment, knowing that facing her father wouldn’t be easy. But hearing the pain, the suspicion, and the protectiveness in his voice shattered something inside her. Max had always been able to read her like an open book. She was his little girl, the apple of his eye, the daughter he had protected from every scratch and every sorrow.But now… now she was hiding something from him. Something big.She blinked rapidly, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to spill. She couldn’t tell him the truth. She couldn’t say that Sebastian had backed her into a corner. That his love—obsessive and overwhelming—wa