Lahat ng Kabanata ng 100 Days With Mr. Sebastian : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Stephany’s POVMy shoulders are tight with dread as I approach the doorstep of our apartment, the weight of the conversation I’m about to have with Elise pressing down on me like a heavy, suffocating fog. My mind spins with a thousand thoughts, none of them making sense, all of them circling around the words I need to say but can’t seem to find.Even though I’m trying to hide it from her, I know it won’t be long before Elise catches on—she always does.I mutter to myself under my breath, “Okay, I can do this,” my voice trembling slightly as I force a deep breath to steady my nerves. The door is locked, just as I expected. I turn the key as quietly as I can, praying she’s already asleep.But when I step inside, the faint sound of the TV greets me, drifting from the living room.“She’s awake…” I think, my heart sinking as I realize there’s no way out.I move toward the sound of her voice, and before I can even get close to the living room, Elise comes rushing into the hallway, her eyes

His words are simple, yet the command in them makes my skin prickle. I hesitate for a second, unsure whether I’m obeying out of politeness or because I’m just too frozen in place to do anything else. But finally, I move, sitting down slowly, acutely aware of his proximity, the air between us crackling with an intensity that has my heart beating out of my chest. He follows suit, sitting down opposite me, his posture relaxed but still exuding an undeniable tension. It’s as though the world has narrowed down to just the two of us, every second stretching longer, thicker, as if something unsaid lingers in the space between our words. Something dangerous. Something electric. The silence lingers, but now it feels like a weight pressing down on me. I shift in my seat, wondering just how long I can hold his gaze without breaking. "According to our agreement..." His voice is steady, pulling me back into the moment. My body stiffens, heart pounding as I try to focus on his words. "You ar

We arrive at a sprawling mansion nestled within an estate that feels worlds away from the bustling city of Las Vegas. The air itself carries a weight of luxury, the kind that wraps around you, almost suffocating in its opulence. I let out a shaky breath, silently reciting the details of the fabricated story Sebastian and I had rehearsed—the perfect lies of how we met, our supposed whirlwind romance, and the little personal touches he’d told me to memorize. The massive oak door emerges before me, a barrier between my world and the one I’m about to step into. Sebastian’s hand slips into mine, our fingers interlocking in an unexpectedly intimate gesture. The warmth of his touch sends a jolt through me, my pulse quickening in response. “Phew… okay, I can do this,” I mutter under my breath. Sebastian’s sharp gaze flicks toward me, and the faintest smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. “Relax. It’s going to be fine,” he says, his tone smooth and reassuring, though it does little

Sebastian's POV Stephany's eyes flicker nervously as I asked her what my brother said. "It's nothing I can't handle." she mutters, brushing the question off. I don't believe it but it's clear she doesn't want to talk about it. I drop my question in an attempt to ease her discomfort. I know the whole night has been nothing but suffocating for her and I wasn't going to add to it. Though the dinner is over, it's just the beginning and I am not going to back down. Apart from my mom, everyone else is still skeptical about my union with Stephany which means I need to convince them harder and I was just going to do that. My gaze hovers over Stephany who still looks uncomfortable and an idea sweeps my mind. Without a second thought, I sweep her off her feet resulting in an audible gasp from her. She looks at me with the most "

The moment I open the door, my world shatters. Two of Don Mario’s men stand there, as they always do, but their presence tonight feels heavier, darker. My heart plummets like a stone. "Well, don’t you look fancy," the bald one sneers, his oily grin spreading across his face. The dim light above reflects off his head, making him look more sinister. He turns to his partner, seeking approval for his vile comment, and chuckles as he glances back at me, licking his lower lip. His partner’s gray eyes sweep over me, slow and deliberate, like he’s taking inventory of every inch of my body. "I’d like to have a taste," he says, his voice low and mocking, sending a wave of cold dread rushing through me. My breath catches. My body stiffens, but I force myself to speak. "W-why are you here?" I stammer, though I already know the answer. My payment is due, and I don’t have it. The bald one tilts his head, his expression hardening. "Why are we here?" His voice drips with icy sarcasm. "Why d