All Chapters of Sebastian's Obsession: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Petal’s POVMy hands were trembling as I stood frozen at the edge of the hallway, staring at my mother who had just uttered the most terrifying sentence of the day.“Sebastian wants to talk with you in private. Take him to your room.”My breath caught. My room? Private? Just the two of us?Panic surged through me like a crashing wave. A storm of thoughts erupted in my mind, each one darker than the last.Why does he want to talk in private? What does he want now? Will he try to manipulate me again? Force me to talk to Dad? I don’t want to... please not again... Will he blackmail me?I was drowning in fear and doubt. Every scenario played in my head like a horror film on loop. My heart pounded in my chest like a war drum.“LET’S GO, PETAL.”His deep, commanding voice sliced through my thoughts like a blade. I flinched. The sound of his voice felt too close, too powerful — it wrapped around me, suffocating me. A shiver ran down my spine, and I instinctively hugged my arms to my body.He

Petal's povAs we stepped down the first stair, my father's voice rang sharp and commanding through the corridor, halting us both.“Petal, go to your room. I want to talk with Sebastian.”Relief washed over me like a tidal wave crashing against the jagged rocks of my anxiety. I didn’t even wait to hear Sebastian’s response.“Okay, Father,” I replied, my voice trembling despite my attempt to sound composed. I pulled my hand from Sebastian’s grasp.He didn’t stop me this time. His fingers loosened easily, falling away like they were never supposed to hold mine.I turned away, heart pounding, and rushed to my room as if chased by invisible demons. The hallway felt longer than usual, my legs heavier with every step. Once inside, I locked the door, turned off the lights, and collapsed onto the bed. The comforting darkness wrapped around me like a cocoon, yet the silence only made my thoughts louder.I wasn’t hungry. The very idea of food twisted my stomach into knots. He had forced me to e

author's povSebastian pulled into the driveway of the Knight mansion, the roar of his car engine fading into silence as he switched off the ignition. The night was quiet, but his mind wasn’t. It had been a long, exhausting day — physically, mentally, emotionally. He stepped out of the car and shut the door with a thud. The cold night air brushed against his skin, but it didn’t help soothe his burning thoughts.He entered his house with slow, deliberate steps, his polished shoes echoing against the marble floor. The house was dark except for the warm lights glowing softly in the living room. As he passed through the archway, he came to an abrupt halt. His eyes met the expectant gazes of his parents — Steven and Rebecca Knight — seated on the velvet sofa. They looked tired, but their expressions were firm, concerned… and questioning.“Mom? Dad?” he asked, startled. “You guys are still up?”Rebecca didn’t respond immediately, but Steven leaned

Sebastian's POVWe were in the middle of a heated discussion in the living room. Tension hung in the air like a storm cloud ready to burst. My mother, Rebecca, looked furious, her eyes blazing with restrained rage as she folded her arms across her chest."Penelope called me," she began, her voice sharp and accusing, "and was asking, do I even know about your decision? She asked why we didn’t come with you to ask for her daughter’s hand in marriage."I blinked, confused for a moment. My mother wasn’t one to beat around the bush, but today her words felt particularly cutting.She continued coldly.i said "Oh, so Penelope did call. I think maybe when I was talking with Max, she made the call to you."I stood still, trying to hold onto my patience.She raised her voice, "And here our own son, without discussing anything with us, went to her home and fixed his marriage. We are completely unaware of it, and we got informed by an outsider!"She turned and called Penelope an outsider, which m

Petal's POVMy alarm went off, pulling me out of a restless sleep. I groaned softly as I sat up, my body aching from sleeping in such an uncomfortable position. I stretched my arms over my head, hearing the familiar pop of my joints protesting the awkward posture I had curled into during the night. My back was sore, and my neck stiff, the effect of hours spent tossing and turning in emotional turmoil. I swung my legs off the bed and stood up, allowing the soft, cool touch of the floor to ground me.Crossing over to my closet, I opened the doors and took out a simple yet comfortable outfit for the day. A soft blue kurti paired with faded jeans. Something that didn’t demand much thought but still made me feel presentable. With clothes in hand, I headed straight into the bathroom. The warm shower helped to ease the stiffness in my muscles. I let the water cascade down my body, hoping it could also wash away the weight in my chest. As I dressed and stepped out of the bathroom, I dried my