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Sebastian’s POV The soft hum of my office air conditioner was the only sound accompanying me as I worked through the last few contracts of the day. The room was impeccably organized, as always—mahogany shelves lined with books, neatly stacked files on the desk, and my laptop glowing faintly under the warm lighting. After a quick lunch brought to me by my assistant, I leaned back in my leather chair, running a hand through my hair, already feeling the weight of another long day. The phone on my desk buzzed, breaking my brief respite. Without glancing at the caller ID, I picked it up. “Hello,” I said curtly. “Hello, boss,” came Tom’s voice on the other end. “Come to the point,” I replied, my tone firm and no-nonsense. “Boss, Miss is going shopping with her friend,” he informed me. I paused for a moment, a small smile tugging at the corner of my lips as I leaned forward, resting my elbows on the desk. “Hmm. Alright,” I said calmly. “Don’t let her get hurt. Follow her, and make sure
Petal’s POV The morning sun streamed through my window as I stirred in bed, the fatigue from yesterday’s shopping trip still lingering in my body. I had slept earlier than usual the previous night, worn out from walking through countless shops with my best friend, Samy. It felt like the pillows and blanket had conspired to keep me in bed longer today, and when I finally glanced at my clock, my eyes widened in horror. I’m late! Throwing off the covers, I scrambled to get ready, skipping the usual leisurely pace of my mornings. My dad, noticing my rush, decided to drop me off at the university to save time. “Eat something before you leave!” Mom called after me. “I will!” I replied hurriedly, grabbing a piece of toast and some juice as I dashed out the door. The car ride felt both too fast and too slow; I couldn’t shake the anxiety of being late for my first class. As we reached the university gates, I jumped out, thanking my dad quickly before rushing toward the English lecture hal
Sebastian’s POV The day started as usual, with me arriving at the office early. There were several important documents that required my signature, and I wanted to get everything done before the day became chaotic. As I sat in my chair, reviewing the first batch of papers, my phone buzzed on the desk. The screen lit up, displaying Tom’s name. I answered with a brisk tone. "Yes, Tom?" “Sir, Miss Petal arrived 10 minutes late today,” he informed me. I hummed in acknowledgment and hung up the call. It wasn’t unusual for Petal to be late, especially after a long day like yesterday. She had gone shopping and probably exhausted herself. My girl was so fragile, delicate like a flower, and that’s exactly how I liked her. She needed someone to protect her, someone to love her in the way I did. No one could ever understand her the way I did, and no one ever would. I went back to my work, but my thoughts drifted to Petal every now and then. I couldn’t help but smile as I imagined her tiredly
Sebastian’s POV The sound of her voice reached me like a melody cutting through the heavy rain. I turned toward the entrance, my eyes scanning for her. And then I saw her. My Petal. My girl. But what I saw made my blood boil with fury. She stood there, completely drenched, the rain clinging to her like an uninvited guest. Her dress stuck to her body, highlighting every delicate curve I loved and cherished. She looked stunning—too stunning for my peace of mind. But that wasn’t the worst of it. No, what sent a fire raging through my veins was the boy standing near her, his eyes shamelessly drinking her in, like a predator eyeing his prey. It was as if he was undressing her with his gaze, his intentions clear in the way he looked at her. My fists clenched at my sides, my nails digging into my palms as I fought the overwhelming urge to rip him apart on the spot. And then she saw me. Her wide, innocent eyes met mine, and I could see the shock etched on her face. She was shivering, whet
Petal's POV The rain was relentless, drenching everything in its path, including me. I stood at the entrance of the building, shivering as the cold droplets clung to my skin, my dress soaked and sticking to me uncomfortably. But the chill of the rain was nothing compared to the chill that ran down my spine when I saw him. Sebastian. He stood a few feet away, his figure imposing and drenched from head to toe. His sharp, furious gaze was locked on me—or more specifically, the person behind me. His wet hair clung to his forehead, and his broad shoulders looked even more intimidating under the weight of the storm. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him, my breath catching in my throat as a mix of fear and confusion overwhelmed me. “Why does he look so angry?” I thought, frozen to the spot. My heart raced, not from the rain or the cold, but from the intensity of his expression. His piercing eyes burned with fury, and I could feel the heat of his rage even from where I stood. Before I co
Petal’s POV My stomach throbbed from where Sebastian’s shoulder had dug into me, a dull ache that refused to subside. He finally let me down, and I stumbled slightly, trying to regain my balance. The room was large and elegant, but my mind wasn’t on the decor—it was on him. I glanced at him cautiously. He stood there, his broad back to me, his wet clothes clinging to his body, his gaze locked on the doors across the room. He looked deep in thought, almost as though he was wrestling with himself. For a brief moment, I considered this my chance. Maybe he wouldn’t notice if I slipped out quietly. My heart pounded as I turned toward the door. One step. Two steps. My fingers reached for the handle, trembling with urgency. But before I could turn it, a loud thud startled me. A large hand slammed the door shut, and the sound echoed in the room, making me flinch. My breath caught in my throat as I froze, my back still facing him. “Don’t even think about it,” Sebastian’s voice was dangerous
Petal's POV As I stepped out of the bathroom, I was still adjusting to the oversized shirt and boxer shorts Sebastian had handed me. His shirt hung loosely, reaching my mid-thighs, and the material felt heavy against my damp skin. I hugged myself, trying to shake off the unease I’d been feeling since arriving here. My mind raced with thoughts of how absurd and controlling his behavior was, but before I could even process further, a rough shove sent me stumbling back into the cold wall. Pain shot through my back as I hit the surface, and I gasped in shock. My wide eyes met his as he loomed over me, his expression a mixture of anger and something darker—something possessive. He gripped my jaw tightly, his fingers digging into my skin, forcing my lips to pucker. I winced at the sharp pain and tried to push him away, but his strength was overwhelming. Sebastian shoved my phone into my trembling hands. “Your mom’s calling,” he said in a low, commanding tone. “Tell her you’re staying at y
Petal's POV I was still in a daze, trying to process everything that had happened so far. The cold walls of the room, Sebastian’s harsh grip on my shoulder, the weight of his presence, all of it felt overwhelming. My thoughts were jumbled, racing from one thing to another. I couldn’t understand why I was reacting like this—why my heart was racing, why my body was trembling. Suddenly, his hands shook me violently, snapping me back to reality. “Earth, Petal,” he said, his voice cold and commanding, cutting through the fog of confusion in my mind. I gasped, the harshness of the moment felt like a bucket of cold water being thrown at me. I tried to pull away, but his grip only tightened. "Sebastian... it hurts," I whimpered, the words coming out in a stutter that I couldn’t control. It was as if I lost all control of my body when he was this close. I didn’t understand it. His presence, his anger, they made me weak, like I was nothing but a puppet at his mercy. “Please, let me go,” I pl
author's povBefore she could stop herself, her lips moved."I don’t love you," she said flatly, almost as if she was speaking to herself. The words slipped out, raw and honest, slicing the tense air between them.For a brief moment, there was silence. Sebastian's dark eyes narrowed, not in rage, but in something far heavier — a brewing storm he was trying desperately to control.He let out a low breath through his nose, clenching his jaw.“Soon, baby, soon you will also love me. Don't ever say this again," he said, his voice carrying a sharp warning beneath its softness. There was irritation in his tone, but it was laced with restraint. He was trying—really trying—not to let his temper loose on her, not now.He turned his face slightly, as if trying to calm the boiling emotions within him."Just because you are going to marry me," he continued, voice firm, "doesn't mean you will stay like this forever—scared and traumatized."His words were rough but held a strange kind of concern, a
author's povHe took the glass of water from the nightstand and brought it to her trembling lips. His hand, though bandaged and slightly shaking, was steady enough to hold the glass for her. "Okay, now stop stuttering and drink," he said gently, his voice low but firm.She nodded quickly, instinctively trying to reach for the glass, but he didn’t let go. Her hands were still shivering, so he tilted the glass himself. She drank obediently, gulping down the water like a lifeline. Her throat was parched, dry from crying and screaming, and the cold water soothed the burn in her chest. Once finished, he placed the glass back on the nightstand and shifted slightly away, leaving a respectful distance between them."Don’t be scared of me," he said, settling onto the edge of the bed. "I won’t do anything to you."She gave a slight nod. But then, as if remembering something crucial, she quickly added in a soft, broken voice, "Okay."He looked at her with faint amusement. The way she scrambled t
Author's POVAs soon as Petal saw Sebastian’s bleeding hand, she didn’t waste a second. Her instincts kicked in and she sprinted toward the bathroom, her bare feet padding softly against the cold floor. The moment she spotted the first aid kit tucked in the cabinet, she snatched it and returned with hurried steps, her breath catching as she knelt beside him. Despite everything—every scar he’d left on her heart—she began treating his wound with trembling hands, the smell of antiseptic stinging her nose.The silence between them was heavy, dense with unspoken pain. She didn’t dare look at him as she worked, but her voice broke through, soft and barely audible. “I don’t know why... I feel safe with you,” she said, more to herself than to him. “Even after all the dreams... even when I’m scared... this part of me knows I can trust you.”Sebastian’s jaw tightened. Guilt clung to him like a shadow. He didn’t deserve her trust. Not after what he’d done. He looked at her, a flicker of pain in
Author's pov"I'm so sorry," he whispered brokenly, brushing her damp hair from her face. His thumb gently grazed her cheek as he stared at her pale features, twisted in pain even in unconsciousness. "Please... come back to me, Petal. Please."Her breathing hitched.The grip of the nightmare began to loosen its hold, like morning light slowly banishing a dark fog. Her eyelashes fluttered. Her lids, heavy and red from silent weeping in her sleep, lifted just enough to reveal a pair of hazy eyes. Disoriented. Lost. Her gaze didn't recognize the room, or even him.But instinct overrode confusion.Like a flower leaning toward the sun, she lunged forward. Her arms, trembling, wrapped around Sebastian tightly. She buried her face in his chest, her sobs muffled by his shirt, her entire body wracked with silent tremors. Though her mind was clouded, her soul seemed to remember him. Her body sought the safety, the warmth, the familiarity of his embrace.And Sebastian?He froze.Then he wrapped
Sebastian's povToday... I crossed every limit. I became what I hate. And I don’t even know how to undo it.The silence in the study was deafening. Shadows loomed in every corner, and the only sound that existed was the irregular rise and fall of his breathing, jagged and raw. Sebastian sat against the cold wall, his head tilted back as the pain pulsed through his bleeding knuckles. But it was nothing compared to the agony gnawing at his chest. The skin could heal. But the soul? The soul he had shattered—that was a different story.His hand throbbed where he had punched the wall in a rage, again and again, until his knuckles split open. Blood smeared the white paint, dripping down like the weight of his guilt. His shirt clung to his chest, soaked in sweat, but he didn’t care. Nothing mattered anymore. Nothing except the girl he had pushed too far.Petal.He couldn’t even speak her name without feeling his throat tighten. His little flower. The only purity he had ever touched, and he h
Author’s POV The click of the lock echoed sharply in the silence of the study. He stood there, motionless for a second, then suddenly clenched his fists, stormed toward the wall, and smashed his knuckles into the hard surface. “FUCK YOU!” he shouted, the sound raw and broken, “You bastard! What have you done now?!” His fist slammed again, cracking the skin, blood trickling slowly from the fresh wounds. The sting of pain didn’t compare to the agony inside him. A tear slipped from his eye—not from the physical torment, but because he knew he had inflicted far worse pain on her. His little flower. His innocent, delicate Petal. He collapsed against the wall, sliding down until he hit the floor, his back pressed against the cold surface. He let out a bitter laugh that quickly morphed into a choked sob. His heart and mind screamed at him, battling violently within him, a storm that refused to calm. You almost raped her. You forced yourself onto her. You’re the monster she should’ve
Sebastian's POV"I will get you. I don't want any whores who want to be with me for my money," I said, smirking as my eyes locked onto her tear-filled ones. She was trembling, but not from the cold. From fear. From me."Please don't do this, I don't want to marry you," she whimpered, her voice cracking with desperation. Her pleas only fueled the fire raging inside me."You don't have a choice, my flower," I announced, voice sharp like a blade. She belonged to me. She always had. She just hadn't realized it yet."But you are..." she tried to argue, but her voice faltered.I tilted my head dangerously. "You are what? Complete the sentence, Petal," I said, my voice a low, lethal whisper.Silence. She just kept crying, her tiny fists clenching the fabric of her dress.My patience snapped like a brittle thread. "I said complete the fucking sentence!" I roared, slamming my fist against the headboard, making her flinch violently. Still, she said nothing.Fury overtook reason. I leaned forwar
Sebastian's POVI knew she would fight me. That’s what she always did—fight, scratch, run, scream. My Petal had fire in her. The kind of fire that makes men fall to their knees or burn alive. And yet, I stood there, fearless. Because I was the only one who knew how to hold that fire without getting scorched.“It’s OK if you don't want hot chocolate, let’s have a serious talk,” I said, my voice calm, but my grip on her wrist firm.The moment those words left my lips, her entire body turned tense. Her pupils widened, she began to squirm, struggling to get out of my hold. I knew her. I knew her next move before she even made it. As she lifted her knee, probably intending to hit me where the sun doesn’t shine, I caught her leg mid-air, stopping her before she even got close.I smirked.She should’ve known better.My body pressed against hers, pinning her down. Her heartbeat thundered against mine, wild and chaotic—just like her.“You’re sick,” she spat.“Maybe I am,” I whispered back with
Sebastian's POVI spanked her thirty times.Yes, thirty. Each strike had its purpose—not just for discipline, but to remind her where she belonged. My palm left a rosy imprint on her delicate skin, and with every slap, her resistance softened, only to rise again in the form of hot tears that trailed down her cheeks. She cried, her soft sobs echoing in the room, stabbing something deep inside me. But I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. She needed to understand.After the final one, I pulled her close and made her sit on my lap, wrapping my arms around her trembling frame. She looked up at me, defiance blazing in those teary eyes. And then, she started yelling.Unbelievable.Her voice cracked from emotion, and her small fists hit my chest, as if that would change a damn thing. I caught her hands mid-air and held them tight.“You’re no one’s but mine,” I growled, voice low and firm, each word laced with a promise she would come to understand—sooner or later.She froze. Her chest rose and fell rap