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100 Days With Mr. Sebastian Eight
Sebastian’s POV“Hey, man, I think I finally found someone for you.” Dice’s voice breaks through the phone before I barely say anything, brimming with excitement.“Are you sure?” I ask, my brows furrowing at the uncertainty laced in his tone.“Well, I made an appointment with her so you can see her yourself. We’ll figure out if she’s a good fit.”“Alright, fine. Send me the address,” I reply, my tone lowering as I sink into the leather seat.A good actress is all I need—someone convincing enough to satisfy my parents and finally end their overbearing lectures about my lack of a partner.The next morning, I arrive at the location Dice sent me as early as possible. It’s a coffee shop I frequent, and I made sure to reserve the upper floor In advance for privacy.Dice is already there when I arrive, casually seated with a cup of coffee. We chat idly while we wait, but my mind begins to wander, curiosity gnawing at me. What does this woman look like? Does she have what it takes?Looks aren
Last Updated : 2024-12-07100 Days With Mr. Sebastian Nine
Sebastian’s POV“Well, now that this is settled, let’s move on to the next step, which is…” Dice’s voice trails off as he shifts his gaze to me, expecting me to finish his sentence.I glance at Stephany, and she meets my eyes with that same expectant look. A deep sigh escapes me. “You will meet my parents.” I say, locking my gaze on her.For a fleeting moment, something crosses her face—something like fear—but it’s gone as quickly as it appeared. “Okayy…” she mutters, almost too quickly.I can’t help but notice how she’s trying to cover it up. Fear? Apprehension? She’s hiding something, and I can’t help but wonder if she’s really prepared for this.“But before we do, you’re getting a new wardrobe.” I continue, reaching for the black card in my suit pocket. I don’t make a big deal out of it, but it’s just another part of the deal. “The pin is 1747. Dice can take you somewhere to get them.”I slide the card across the table toward her.Her eyes flicker, an impressed glint surfacing for
Last Updated : 2024-12-09100 Days With Mr. Sebastian Ten
Stephany’s POVI watch his tall, commanding frame retreat from me, each step measured and purposeful. Sebastian Sanders—the man I’m supposed to pretend to be engaged to for the next six months. Irritation bubbles within me, his smug attitude grating on my nerves. And yet… I can’t deny there’s a small spark of admiration, even if I don’t want to admit it.The way he slid the black card across the table, so casually rattling off the pin, made me stare in disbelief. He didn’t hesitate, didn’t flinch—just handed me a card that could probably buy my entire neighborhood without blinking an eye.“Hey, Steph! Is it okay if I call you that?” Dice’s cheery voice pulls me from my thoughts.I blink, turning to meet his friendly gaze as he picks up the card and offers it to me.“Oh! Of course…” I murmur, my eyes flicking back to the card.“Well, you heard him. Let’s get you some new clothes,” Dice urges, pushing the card toward me when I hesitate.I stare at it for a beat longer, feeling like the
Last Updated : 2024-12-09100 Days With Mr. Sebastian Eleven
Sebastian’s POVI sit at the built-in bar in my living room, fingers tapping impatiently on the counter as Dice’s phone rings over and over. No answer.The sun had long since disappeared, and the quiet of the house only amplifies my frustration. I try to ignore the gnawing curiosity clawing at me, distracting myself with another glass of wine. The bitter red liquid burns on its way down, but it does little to drown out the intrusive thoughts.Her face. Her voice. Her damn attitude. Stephany.I pour another glass, gulping it down in one go before turning toward the TV, its muted flicker doing nothing to hold my attention. A clicking sound from the front door breaks the silence, and I glance over, already knowing who it is.Dice walks in, his average build silhouetted against the doorway, a smug grin plastered on his face.“Heyyyy, Sebastian!” he greets, all too cheerful.My brows knit in annoyance. “Where the hell did you keep your fucking phone?” I snap, unable to mask the edge in my
Last Updated : 2024-12-12100 Days With Mr. Sebastian One
Stephany’s POVIt’s been a year now.I stare at the endless list of bills that seem to stare at me back. I could never get out of this black hole that continues to suck the life out of me. I feel the weight of the world press down on my shoulders as I sink deeper into despair.How would I get out of this? There was no way I could? I’m stuck forever giving this man every piece of me till I run out.Every time I fought my way to pay the bills, it seemed like I was drowning even deeper and the worst of it was that it isn’t even mine.The large ocean of debt that swallowed me continuously belongs to my father before he passed.I never understood how he managed to acquire such a large amount to owe someone, Don Mario for that matter.Every time I think about it, I feel a mixture of anger and frustration boil inside me. Father must have had a reason.I take a deep breath as I continue to swallow the hard lump that formed in my throat. I want to cry, to scream, to run away. I want to go some
Last Updated : 2024-11-06100 Days With Mr. Sebastian Two
Stephany’s POV contdMy mind travel back to that horrifying day as I stand there watching in envy at the family through the transparent glass across the street. The sound of the zooming cars and footsteps fade away slowly.My heart ache again at the memories of the state his body was when Elise and I experienced the misfortune of seeing our father lifeless on the ground.His cold cracked skin, his dead eyes that haunts me the most, the gaping wound on his chest that continued to spill blood, the scent of his blood that lingered in the air. It was a bright day like this one.Elise called out to him multiple times but there was no answer. She sank to her knees beside his body shaking him, pleading for him to wake up.“Dad please…please wake up, it’s Elise, I’m here dad…please wake up” . Her cries of plea filled with so much dread hollowed in my ears and even after almost a year I still remembered exactly how she sounded. And I?I stood there frozen, the air grew so thick with death that
Last Updated : 2024-11-10100 Days With Mr. Sebastian Three
Stephany’s POV “How do you know my name?... what do you want from me?” I asked, pushing back the crippling fear that crept into my voice.“You don’t know me, but your father does,” a smile tugged at Don Mario’s lips as he reached for another puff.My father? Why does this man know my father? I thought silently, my brows squeezing slightly in confusion. “I heard he died tragically… poor soul,” he clicked his tongue while shaking his head slightly. “But Stephany… you see, your father and I” he sucks in another breath from his tobacco and exhales “…had a little business arrangement.” “What?” My heart beat violently at his words. “What are you talking about?” the heat of his smoke grazing my face. Beads of sweat begin to form on my forehead. “Your father took a loan from me before he died, and now, as agreed, it’s my turn to get the end of the bargain… but since he’s no longer here…” He leaned forward, his thick breath invading my nostrils. “… you’re taking his place, naturally.” He c
Last Updated : 2024-11-10100 Days With Mr. Sebastian Four
Sebastian’s POVI sit in my office, my gaze shifting to different parts of the office as I tap the heels of my right foot repeatedly on the tiled floor.Different thoughts racing in my mind but it’s not about the stack of organized files sitting on my desk in front of me.I look again at the walls lined with dark mahogany rich and polished to a gleam. Shelves filled with leather-bound books, many of which had likely never been opened, loomed over the massive desk at the far end of the room.My eyes shift to the grand portrait of my father hung above the desk, his stern expression serving as a constant reminder of the legacy I’m expected to uphold.Despite the large breathable space of the office, I feel suffocated.Everything in the office screams wealth and power almost in an oppressive way.It's something I grew up with, something I’m used to but even after how many years sometimes it feels suffocating.And I am soon to inherit all of it, that is if I comply to their request.The at
Last Updated : 2024-11-10
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100 Days With Mr. Sebastian Eleven
Sebastian’s POVI sit at the built-in bar in my living room, fingers tapping impatiently on the counter as Dice’s phone rings over and over. No answer.The sun had long since disappeared, and the quiet of the house only amplifies my frustration. I try to ignore the gnawing curiosity clawing at me, distracting myself with another glass of wine. The bitter red liquid burns on its way down, but it does little to drown out the intrusive thoughts.Her face. Her voice. Her damn attitude. Stephany.I pour another glass, gulping it down in one go before turning toward the TV, its muted flicker doing nothing to hold my attention. A clicking sound from the front door breaks the silence, and I glance over, already knowing who it is.Dice walks in, his average build silhouetted against the doorway, a smug grin plastered on his face.“Heyyyy, Sebastian!” he greets, all too cheerful.My brows knit in annoyance. “Where the hell did you keep your fucking phone?” I snap, unable to mask the edge in my
100 Days With Mr. Sebastian Ten
Stephany’s POVI watch his tall, commanding frame retreat from me, each step measured and purposeful. Sebastian Sanders—the man I’m supposed to pretend to be engaged to for the next six months. Irritation bubbles within me, his smug attitude grating on my nerves. And yet… I can’t deny there’s a small spark of admiration, even if I don’t want to admit it.The way he slid the black card across the table, so casually rattling off the pin, made me stare in disbelief. He didn’t hesitate, didn’t flinch—just handed me a card that could probably buy my entire neighborhood without blinking an eye.“Hey, Steph! Is it okay if I call you that?” Dice’s cheery voice pulls me from my thoughts.I blink, turning to meet his friendly gaze as he picks up the card and offers it to me.“Oh! Of course…” I murmur, my eyes flicking back to the card.“Well, you heard him. Let’s get you some new clothes,” Dice urges, pushing the card toward me when I hesitate.I stare at it for a beat longer, feeling like the
100 Days With Mr. Sebastian Nine
Sebastian’s POV“Well, now that this is settled, let’s move on to the next step, which is…” Dice’s voice trails off as he shifts his gaze to me, expecting me to finish his sentence.I glance at Stephany, and she meets my eyes with that same expectant look. A deep sigh escapes me. “You will meet my parents.” I say, locking my gaze on her.For a fleeting moment, something crosses her face—something like fear—but it’s gone as quickly as it appeared. “Okayy…” she mutters, almost too quickly.I can’t help but notice how she’s trying to cover it up. Fear? Apprehension? She’s hiding something, and I can’t help but wonder if she’s really prepared for this.“But before we do, you’re getting a new wardrobe.” I continue, reaching for the black card in my suit pocket. I don’t make a big deal out of it, but it’s just another part of the deal. “The pin is 1747. Dice can take you somewhere to get them.”I slide the card across the table toward her.Her eyes flicker, an impressed glint surfacing for
100 Days With Mr. Sebastian Eight
Sebastian’s POV“Hey, man, I think I finally found someone for you.” Dice’s voice breaks through the phone before I barely say anything, brimming with excitement.“Are you sure?” I ask, my brows furrowing at the uncertainty laced in his tone.“Well, I made an appointment with her so you can see her yourself. We’ll figure out if she’s a good fit.”“Alright, fine. Send me the address,” I reply, my tone lowering as I sink into the leather seat.A good actress is all I need—someone convincing enough to satisfy my parents and finally end their overbearing lectures about my lack of a partner.The next morning, I arrive at the location Dice sent me as early as possible. It’s a coffee shop I frequent, and I made sure to reserve the upper floor In advance for privacy.Dice is already there when I arrive, casually seated with a cup of coffee. We chat idly while we wait, but my mind begins to wander, curiosity gnawing at me. What does this woman look like? Does she have what it takes?Looks aren
100 Days With Mr. Sebastian Seven
The coffee-spilling, smug-as-hell man from earlier. My blood runs cold, then boils all at once. His dark eyes meet mine, and for a moment, I think I see surprise flash across his face. But it’s gone in an instant, replaced by that same infuriating smirk. “You,” I blurt out, my voice trembling with a mix of anger and disbelief. The first man glances between us, his brow furrowing. “You’ve met?” My jaw tightens as I drag my gaze away from the smirking devil to face him. “Not exactly,” I bite out, my voice clipped. The man from earlier leans back in his chair, completely unfazed. “We’ve crossed paths,” he says smoothly, his tone laced with mockery. I grip my hands in my lap, nails digging into my palms as I fight the urge to snap back. "Focus on the interview!" I remind myself, though my fury simmers just beneath the surface. But as I sit there, face-to-face with the man who had the nerve to ruin my morning, one thought loops in my mind: This is going to be one hell of an in
100 Days With Mr. Sebastian Six
The sound of my phone’s chime wakes me from a restless nap. It’s a notification from the ad I clicked earlier. My breath catches as I unlock the screen and read the message:“Interview will be done tomorrow at Escalante Café at 10:00 am sharp. Call this number when you arrive: 00######.”I stare at the words, my chest tightening as I read them over and over again. Was this a good idea? What if it was some human trafficking scheme?A quick Google search for the Café shows it’s a real place—a luxurious one at that. My racing heart slows a little, and I exhale shakily. “It’s fine. I can do this. It’s just an interview,” I whisper, trying to convince myself.But somehow, this one feels different. The unease lingers, a gnawing doubt at the back of my mind.That night, I lie awake, clutching my chest as worst-case scenarios play out in my head. The possibility of Don Mario’s men showing up at my door twists my stomach into knots. I try to push the thought aside, forcing myself to sleep, but
100 Days With Mr. Sebastian Five
Stephany’s PoVFor a moment, there’s nothing but silence. Just my breathing and Elise’s light snoring from her room. That sound usually comforts me. But now, it makes the ache in my heart even worse. She doesn’t know the half of it. She doesn’t know how close we are to losing everything. And it’s my job to make sure she never finds out.I open my eyes and force myself to keep looking for jobs, pretending like the weight isn’t crushing me. As I scroll, something catches my eye: “FAKE MARRIAGE, REQUIREMENTS: MUST BE A GOOD ACTOR.” The words are ridiculous. It’s so absurd that I actually laugh, a real laugh, something I haven’t done in longer than I can remember.“Must be one of those scams,” I mutter to myself, draining the rest of the Monster. But the ad lingers in my mind longer than I’d like to admit. Fake marriage, huh? Desperate times, desperate measures… but still, I shake it off.I check the time. It’s almost 6:45 a.m., time to head to the café. I stand up and quietly walk to Eli
100 Days With Mr. Sebastian Four
Sebastian’s POVI sit in my office, my gaze shifting to different parts of the office as I tap the heels of my right foot repeatedly on the tiled floor.Different thoughts racing in my mind but it’s not about the stack of organized files sitting on my desk in front of me.I look again at the walls lined with dark mahogany rich and polished to a gleam. Shelves filled with leather-bound books, many of which had likely never been opened, loomed over the massive desk at the far end of the room.My eyes shift to the grand portrait of my father hung above the desk, his stern expression serving as a constant reminder of the legacy I’m expected to uphold.Despite the large breathable space of the office, I feel suffocated.Everything in the office screams wealth and power almost in an oppressive way.It's something I grew up with, something I’m used to but even after how many years sometimes it feels suffocating.And I am soon to inherit all of it, that is if I comply to their request.The at
100 Days With Mr. Sebastian Three
Stephany’s POV “How do you know my name?... what do you want from me?” I asked, pushing back the crippling fear that crept into my voice.“You don’t know me, but your father does,” a smile tugged at Don Mario’s lips as he reached for another puff.My father? Why does this man know my father? I thought silently, my brows squeezing slightly in confusion. “I heard he died tragically… poor soul,” he clicked his tongue while shaking his head slightly. “But Stephany… you see, your father and I” he sucks in another breath from his tobacco and exhales “…had a little business arrangement.” “What?” My heart beat violently at his words. “What are you talking about?” the heat of his smoke grazing my face. Beads of sweat begin to form on my forehead. “Your father took a loan from me before he died, and now, as agreed, it’s my turn to get the end of the bargain… but since he’s no longer here…” He leaned forward, his thick breath invading my nostrils. “… you’re taking his place, naturally.” He c
