Sebastian Downfall 소설 & 이야기

Katherine sharpened resentment. Alex fortified foundations. Lily learned to watch. And Sebastian— Sebastian moved pieces no one knew were on the board. He didn’t hate Alexander Knight. Hate was inefficient. He didn’t love Lily Carter. Love was liability. He wanted the empire. And empires didn’t fall to explosions. They collapsed when the right supports were removed. One by one. In silence. And when the dust finally settled— Only then would Sebastian step forward. Unbloodied. Unexposed. Victorious.

“I don’t trust you, Phillip. But I do trust ambition. And right now, you’re holding the one thing I’ve wanted for years—Sebastian’s downfall.” “Then we’re on the same page,” I said coolly. “Oh, and keep your eyes on the news tonight. You’re in for something... spectacular.” I didn’t wait for a reply. Just turned and walked out of Alice’s office, a satisfied smirk tugging at my lips. The first domino had fallen. The game was in motion. And I never play to lose. Everything was coming together perfectly. Sebastian’s loyal clients, his polished reputation, the empire he built with such care—they were all about to burn. And I was holding the match.

Valeria crouched on the split leather couch behind him, knees drawn up against her chest, a blanket wrapped around her shoulders but accomplishing nothing for cold seeped into her bones. "He's dead," she breathed, her voice not triumphantly. "It should be triumph." Kc slowly turned his head from her, vacant eyes. "But it isn't." She shook her head. Kim had ensured. No pulse. No response. The chest shot. Sebastian had fallen in his compound, and his men had fled in fear. They managed to get away with a difference of mere seconds before reinforcements could come and the jungle was red and blue with authorities' shout. But yet, something was amiss.

“And when I realized what you’d done, I didn’t come forward… because I thought I didn’t deserve to find you again.” She stepped closer. “And the video? Your voice?” He looked over his shoulder, eyes haunted. “That wasn’t me, Ava. You know my voice. That’s an edited fake.” She wanted to believe him. God, she did. But belief didn’t survive betrayal. “Then prove it,” she whispered. “Because every crack you left is starting to show.” --- Serena met Caleb in the ruins of an abandoned chapel outside the city. “He’s unraveling,” she said. “Ava’s smarter than we thought.”

After that, he didn't dare look at Selena or Sally. With his head lowered, he softly said, "I'll... I'll go see Grandpa." "Very well," Selena replied with a nod. Sebastian left in haste. He still couldn't bear to face the truth of his ruined body. As long as no one mentioned it, he could ignore it. But once the subject arose, he had nowhere to hide. "My lady, this is already the third phase," Sally murmured, watching his retreating figure with deep pity. "Lord Sebastian used to be so spirited."

"You're as rich as they come. You sold that Life Draining pill for billions, and you're not poor at all. However, as the saying goes, those who are unrighteous will always end up self-destructing," Sebastian retorted coldly, flashing him an icy smile. A ferocious smile suddenly flashed across Godfrey's sinister face as he said, "Sebastian, you joined forces with the Windsors to plot against me. Do you think that you'll succeed in ruining my reputation and that you can do as you please with me?"

He sighed inwardly, thinking that if his sister were still alive, she might be just as cute. He turned to look at Sophia and suddenly said, "Thank you." Although it was out of the blue, Sophia understood his meaning. He was thanking her for avenging him just now. The earlier incident would not necessarily cause Sebastian's downfall immediately but would certainly set him on a downward spiral. Not to mention that even if the netizens did not criticize him, Soaring Entertainment would never allow their people to be publicly humiliated in front of the whole country. So, his downfall was inevitable. Although it was not part of their plan, the outcome turned out even better.

He was utterly horrified! "I'm a monster! I'm a bastard!" Sebastian wailed and fell to the ground, rolling in fear. "Mister Alexander, Miss Chesire, I'm sorry! I'm really sorry! Please have mercy!" Sebastian, in his fifties, was clearly afraid of dying. He did not care about dignity anymore. He rolled on the floor bawling, extremely terrified of Alexander. "S—Sir…" Jeff might be blind, but he could still hear. He could roughly guess what had happened. He was trembling. "Y… You…"

" Sebastian collapsed, his voice cracking in anguish. He clawed at the ground so hard that his fingers bled. Disgusted, Tony glared at him. "Fuck off. Crystal would never want to see you again." At this, I stood next to him, shaking my head. "Just leave. Let's pretend that we are strangers." Sebastian's throat bobbed as if he wanted to speak, but he could only sob. He broke down, crying like a child who lost everything. Everyone stared at him, but he didn't care. He merely cried until he passed out, resulting in Tony getting someone to drag Sebastian back to his house.

Sebastian stepped forward, still out of their direct sight. “Your reputations are gone,” he said quietly. “Everything you built, every party, every photo, every whisper of influence, it’s ash now. Thousands saw. Thousands shared. You’re not socialites anymore. You’re criminals on display.” He picked up the hose again. Let the nozzle dangle. “But we’re not done,” he added. “Not even close.” Ross’s head dropped forward. Helen began to rock silently. Sebastian turned off the bulb. Darkness swallowed the room. He walked out. The door locked behind him.