Sebastian Downfall Novels & Stories

But it was gone as quickly as it had appeared, replaced by a maniacal grin that sent shivers down Damian's spine. "You really think I'll fall for that?" Sebastian chuckled, his laughter echoing eerily in the desolate surroundings. "You're so naive, Damian. You've always been a weak link, and you always will be." Damian's heart sank, realizing that his attempt to reason with Sebastian was futile. He knew that the man standing before him was beyond redemption, lost in his own delusions of power and control. "You're wrong, Sebastian," Damian said, trying to keep his voice steady despite the fear creeping in. "I won't be a part of your madness anymore. You can't force me to do your bidding."

She is completely smitten by me, now all I have to do is to completely destroy her soul and her wolf before I hand her broken body to Agnes for revenge, and then I'll deal with Alpha Graham and Beta Black of the Eclipse pack myself. Blaze Ashford is also not going to be a problem. He was as thickheaded as Serena was. They both were clueless imbeciles. They had no idea what cell phones were or anything related to the real world. It is like they both lived in their own fantasy little world or under a rock which I, Ezekiel Salvatore will gladly destroy. I'd have Serena in my bed in a matter of a few days and when I do. I gonna make it fun. Let's see if Ian Black will execute his own whore of a

He let go, shoving Caleb backward. “She was still breathing,” I repeated softly, still shaken. “She’s not your wife anymore,” Caleb coughed. “She’s your ghost.” “Shut up,” Sebastian barked. “You never even looked for her.” “I mourned her every damn day!” Caleb sat up, blood dripping from his lip. “You mourned her the way a coward mourns,” he said. “From a throne built on lies.” Sebastian’s hands curled into fists again, but I stepped in front of him.

Donald's car immediately drove back to the street, heading straight to the Gonzalez’s house. Sebastian was sitting on the sofa, and there were a few empty bottles of alcohol on the table beside him. Apparently, he wanted to drown his sorrow in alcohol, but the more he drank, the more awake he became. The pain of being deceived and injured by Eleanor, even the alcohol would not numb him. Rather, he remembered that for the sake of his two children and his family, he risked his life to drink alcohol until his stomach ached, and puke just to accompany the customers .

Dimitri’s throat worked as he gulped thick lumps, his chest rising and falling with pure rage. Go ahead, Dimitri. Bite, Mother f****r! Like the bitch you are. I clench my fists, bracing for impact. I bite harder— Jugular to soul. Sebastian laughed, hollow and pained. “You gathered us here to discuss his downfall,” he said in a knowing voice. “Come on, CEO. My contacts informed me that your dear wife is back… his ex-wife.” My limbs jerked, but I plopped back, too swiftly to notice.

“Katherine Brown is the only person in that building with the balls to light a creative fire under our dying campaigns.” Holloway snapped, “And when it all burns to ash, who takes the fall?” Sebastian leaned back, calm as a hurricane’s eye. “I do.” The room fell into stunned silence. Then Sebastian stood. “Meeting adjourned. Unless one of you has something better to contribute.” No one spoke. He took his phone, turned on his heel, and walked out — lips twitching into a quiet, dangerous smile. --- Los Angeles — 6:47 PM

“You don’t want to get on my bad side, Aiden.” “Maybe I was wrong about you,” Aiden admitted, stepping closer to Sebastian. “Maybe I didn’t see what you really are.” Sebastian’s smile dropped completely, eyes darkening like storm clouds. “You have no idea what I really am.” He took a step forward. Aiden didn’t back down. I moved fast, slipping between them, arms out. “Stop it. Both of you.” Sebastian looked down at me. His voice dropped, barely above a whisper, but it echoed like thunder in my bones.

Gasps rippled through the room. “I am withdrawing my support from Madam Estelle Blackwell’s custody petition,” Sebastian continued. “And I am filing a counter-motion alleging coercion, manipulation, and abuse of power.” Estelle’s face appeared briefly on the screen still composed, still dignified. But I saw it. The crack. The backlash was immediate. Sebastian’s stock plummeted. Sponsors withdrew. Commentators called it a breakdown, a desperate move by a man unraveling. That was fine. Let them underestimate him. Let them underestimate me.

Sebastian replied back at him. "I saw Stephanie falling off the cliff, it was your fault you bastard! You and your family covered it up just to protect their only heir and your precious reputation, the almighty Sebastian Contè" Marcus voice cracked and his years were mixed with the rain. While Marcus was ranting and distracted, Sebastian brought the gun around, raising and pointed it at him, " Drop your gun, I don't want to shoot you Marcus"

She had planned his downfall, worked with the very man who had tried to destroy him, and she had done it because of me. I swallowed hard, my throat dry. Sebastian sat behind his desk, his head in his hands, his shoulders stiff. He hadn’t noticed me yet. Or maybe he had, and he was just too overwhelmed to acknowledge my presence. I had never seen him like this before—so broken, so defeated. I took a shaky step forward. “Sebastian?”