petal's pov A Tension-Filled Invitation "I was coming to your house to talk about the party on Wednesday. On the way, I saw Petal with her friend Samy, so I picked her up," Sebastian said, smirking slightly. My mother didn’t notice his smirk, but I did. That smug, knowing expression on his face made me uneasy, but I didn’t say anything. Instead, I just nodded, watching him carefully, trying to find any trace of a lie. But his expression was calm—too calm. He was good at hiding things. I didn’t want to stand there any longer, so I excused myself and went to my room. As soon as I closed the door behind me, I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding. My heart was still pounding from this morning’s events. I didn’t want to think about it. I didn’t want to remember the way he had stolen my first kiss, the way his grip had felt too tight, too possessive. I shook my head and exhaled, forcing those memories to the back of my mind. I changed into something more comfortable—a loose
petal's pov A Reluctant Invitation “Mom, can I not go, please?” I asked, my voice laced with desperation as I followed her around the kitchen. My fingers gripped the edge of the dining table as if anchoring myself to safety. The thought of going there again made my stomach churn with anxiety. Mom barely glanced at me as she continued chopping vegetables. “No arguments about this topic, Petal. We are going, and that’s final,” she said firmly, leaving no room for discussion. I swallowed hard, feeling my last shred of hope vanish. She didn’t understand. She didn’t know what had happened last time—what he did to me. Or maybe she just didn’t care. To her, this was just another social gathering, an opportunity to maintain connections with powerful people. But for me, it was a nightmare waiting to repeat itself. Biting my lip, I fought the urge to scream in frustration. “But, Mom—” “Enough,” she interrupted, turning to face me. Her eyes held that familiar stern look, the one that mean
Petal’s POV I stepped outside from bathroom to my room, switched off the lights, and laid down on my bed. Even though I had slept in the afternoon, I wasn't feeling sleepy at all. My mind kept going back to the events of the past two days, playing them over and over again like a movie stuck on replay. I had initially thought that what happened during dinner was just Sebastian being helpful—maybe even polite in his own strange way—but after what happened yesterday and today, I was sure he was up to something. How could he just kiss me like that? My cheeks flushed at the mere thought of it. He had no right. I barely even understood him, yet he acted as if he had some claim over me. I tossed to my side, hugging my pillow tightly. I just needed to avoid him at any cost. That was the only way I could make sure he wouldn't try anything again. But then… the party. I sighed in frustration. Samy had said I hadn't done anything wrong, and she was right. If I hadn’t done anything, why should
Petal’s POV The anticipation in my chest grew as Samy and I stepped into the living room where my family waited. My mother’s warm eyes softened as she took in our appearance, a gentle smile curving her lips. "You both look stunning," she complimented, adjusting the neckline of my dress slightly. My father nodded approvingly. "Elegant and graceful, just as expected." A small blush crept onto my cheeks. "Thank you, Dad." Samy, beside me, beamed. "Tonight's going to be fun!" she chirped, her excitement barely contained. We made our way to the cars. My father, mother, and Max took one, while Samy and I chose to ride together in her sleek black sedan. As we pulled out of the driveway, my heart pounded a little harder. Sebastian Knight. I hadn’t seen him in a long time, yet the thought of crossing paths with him again made my stomach flutter in an unfamiliar way. The city lights blurred past as we drove through the streets, the hum of the engine filling the silence between us. Samy,
Petal's Pov The Dance of Jealousy and Control The evening shimmered with dazzling chandeliers and soft melodies, setting an atmosphere of sophistication and elegance. Samy and I were lost in our usual banter, talking about random things, when an unfamiliar yet undeniably attractive man approached us. He appeared to be around Sebastian's age or perhaps slightly younger, but while he was handsome, he wasn’t as strikingly magnetic as Sebastian. My mind immediately scolded me for the comparison. Why are you even thinking about Sebastian? Why does he always creep into your thoughts, even when he’s nowhere near? His sharp green eyes scanned me with curiosity, a smirk playing on his lips. "You look new here." I frowned slightly. "I’m not." He chuckled. "Then how come I’ve never seen you before?" Samy arched an eyebrow. "Because she doesn’t attend useless parties." The stranger’s lips curled into a charming smirk as he turned his full attention toward me. "Hey, beautiful lady, may I ha
petal's pov Trapped in the Lion’s Den The air inside the grand mansion was thick with music, laughter, and the clinking of glasses, yet none of it could drown out the feeling of his eyes on me. Sebastian. I could still feel his gaze searing through me like a dagger, even as I tried to ignore him. It wasn’t just a look—it was something far more dangerous. An unspoken threat. A shiver crawled down my spine as I turned my head, and this time, I caught him staring at me, his eyes dark and heavy with something unreadable. But there was no mistaking the intensity in them. It was almost murderous. My breath hitched in my throat. What have I done now to make him this angry? I thought inwardly, swallowing the nervous lump that had formed in my throat. He wasn’t just upset—he was livid. And yet, even in his fury, there was something intoxicating about him. The sharp angles of his face, the cruel beauty of his rage, the way his entire presence seemed to command the air around him. I should
Petal's POV When I turned around after closing the bathroom door, I came face to face with Sebastian. My eyes widened at his sudden intrusion, my breath hitched, and I took a step back instinctively. But there was nowhere to go. He stood too close—just a foot apart. The air around us felt heavy, suffocating, charged with something dark and unreadable. "Why are you here, Sebastian?" I masked my shock, forcing my face into an indifferent expression. I couldn't let him see my fear. His lips curled into a smirk, but there was no humor in his eyes. “Can’t I come to my own room?” he said. I blinked, my mind trying to make sense of his words. His room? My gaze darted around the space. The walls were gray and black, cold and impersonal—just like him. The massive bed in the center of the room, the dark furniture, the lack of warmth. It made sense now. A place as emotionless and commanding as its owner. "Wait… what?" My voice came out in a whisper, more to myself than to him. And then, lik
Possessive Obsession petal's pov The room was dimly lit, the glow from the chandelier above casting golden reflections across the dark wooden floor. The tension between us was thick, suffocating. My heartbeat pounded in my ears, and every fiber of my body screamed for me to run—but I couldn’t. Not when his iron grip was locked around my wrist, bruising my skin as he pulled me close. His lips brushed against my ear, his breath warm yet laced with a chilling intensity. "When I tell you to behave, I mean it," Sebastian murmured, his voice dangerously low. I swallowed the lump forming in my throat, my body tensing against his. My hands balled into fists at my sides as I looked up at him, my anger bubbling to the surface. "What have I done now?" I demanded, my voice sharp with defiance. His smirk faded. The playful cruelty in his expression disappeared, replaced by something darker, something more terrifying. His fingers moved to my chin, forcing me to look up at him. His touch was
Petal’s POVWarning: a little bit of violence ahead. Read at your own risk.I slept in his hold because I didn’t have a choice.The night had felt endless, filled with silent tension and the weight of unspoken fears. His arm wrapped around my stomach like a steel band, his other hand resting beneath my head, cushioning it like a trap disguised in comfort. He lay so close, his presence swallowing all the air between us. I felt like I was buried under him—his possessiveness, his scent, his heat.The morning light trickled through the curtains, soft but intrusive, nudging me from a shallow, restless sleep. My eyes fluttered open, the dull ache in my chest awakening with me. I barely slept last night. I didn’t even remember when I drifted off. My body had simply given up, surrendering to exhaustion.His arm still lay heavily on me. I shifted slightly, attempting to slide out from under it.He groaned—a low, annoyed sound rumbling from his chest.I paused, my breath hitching, before trying
Chapter: Fractured Glass“Now be a good girl, go get freshened up. I’ll make you some hot chocolate,” Sebastian said, standing up from the sofa with me in his arms like I weighed nothing. His grip was firm but not painful now, and that scared me more. I didn’t trust this softness. It felt like the silence before a storm.As he carried me upstairs, my body was rigid in his arms. My face was tear-streaked, my lips trembling, but I refused to cry again in front of him. I hated myself for that—how he reduced me to this broken thing that sniffled in silence.The door to his room was already open. He entered without hesitation, like this was normal, like dragging someone into a personal hell was routine. He walked to the bathroom and placed me on the cold tiled floor.“Get freshened up,” he said quietly, closing the door behind him with a click.I stood there for a moment, unable to move. The light above the mirror flickered once, then steadied. Slowly, I looked at myself.A hollow shell st
His Possession “You’ve been mine from the moment I laid eyes on you,” he replied. “You just haven’t realized it yet.” There it was. The truth behind his madness. His obsession wasn’t love. It was domination disguised as desire. He held me there a little longer, not moving, just holding. Not speaking. His breathing deepened. So did mine. In that moment, I didn’t know if I hated him or feared him—or something worse… if I understood him. But one thing was clear. This wasn’t over. Not by a long shot. I don't like how he dominates me. I struggled on his lap. "Stop struggling, flower. You can’t escape punishment." Sebastian’s voice was dangerously calm, but his grip told a different story. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of my thighs and wrists like vices, his body hovering over mine with a terrifying dominance that stole the breath from my lungs. I gasped, fighting against the tears already welling up in my eyes. I kicked, twisted, tried to slip away from his suffocating gr
Petal’s POVSebastian moved from kneeling on the floor to the sofa across from me. The room was wrapped in silence thick enough to choke on. Only the faint humming of the city beyond the glass walls echoed in the distance.I pushed myself up from where I’d landed moments ago, the bruising on my pride deeper than anywhere else. He hadn’t said a word since placing me here. And now, he just sat—like a king on a throne—watching me with unsettling intensity.Then he spoke.“Get on my lap. Now. On your stomach.”I blinked.For a moment, I thought I misheard. There was no way he just said that. My mind scrambled for reason.“Sorry?” I asked, hoping for clarification. Hoping I was wrong.His voice came sharper, louder. “I said get on my lap. Now!”I flinched at the force behind his tone. My breath hitched. My heart was pounding—not from fear, exactly—but from the sheer nerve of him. My ears were ringing. Rage started building from the pit of my stomach, climbing up like wildfire in my throat.
petal's povWe moved to the parking lot in silence. He didn’t say a word, and I didn’t dare to break the heavy atmosphere pressing down on us. His tall frame moved ahead of me, his polished black shoes tapping against the concrete as he reached for the car. The passenger door swung open with a swift motion, and he looked at me—his eyes unreadable.I hesitated for a second but got in. My hands trembled slightly as I buckled the seatbelt around me. He shut the door with a click, rounding the car like a shadow looming larger than life. When he slid into the driver's seat beside me, he didn’t start the engine.For a long, tense moment, he just sat there. The engine was off, the world outside muffled, but inside the car, the silence was thick and suffocating. I dared a glance at him.His hands were clenched tightly around the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white, veins protruding like they were ready to burst. He looked like a storm barely held together. His jaw was tight, breathing
petal's povAs we sat at the dimly lit café, laughing over jokes that were more about escaping reality than actually being funny, a sudden shift in the atmosphere pulled the air straight out of my lungs. I froze, the ceramic cup of hot coffee poised at my lips. A chilling presence loomed beside our table, drawing my gaze upward—and there he was.Sebastian.Tall, imposing, and dressed in a black suit that clung to his sculpted frame like it had been stitched onto him by the devil himself. The sight of him was enough to make the world still. His stormy grey eyes, darkened by something more than just anger, locked onto Lucas’s hand wrapped around my wrist. No words left his mouth—but he didn’t need to speak. His silence was louder than a thunderstorm. It screamed danger. It screamed mine.The fury rolling off him was so intense, I could practically feel the heat radiating from his body. My pulse quickened, my chest rising and falling faster than it should have. Something primal flared be
petal's povWhile we sipped on our drinks, Lucas and I talked about a variety of random things. He asked about my college life, my hobbies, and my goals. I answered all his questions with a light heart. Talking to him felt casual and strangely comforting, like a breath of fresh air. He seemed genuinely interested in what I had to say, nodding thoughtfully as I explained how I was studying literature and hoped to work in the creative field someday, maybe as a writer or an artist.Then it was his turn. Lucas told me he was running a business—a successful one, in fact. I was a little surprised when he said he was actually a business rival of Sebastian. That caught my attention immediately. "He's my competition. We’ve both been trying to top the market. The media loves to pit us against each other," he said with a casual shrug and a slight smirk.I found myself growing more curious. He seemed nothing like Sebastian—at least on the surface. Where Sebastian was cold, distant, and often over
Petal's POVAfter my classes ended, the first thing I wanted was a comforting cup of coffee. The day had been long and tiring, and there’s something magical about sipping a warm espresso while unwinding with soft music in the background. As I packed my things into my tote bag, I turned to my friend Samy."Hey Samy, wanna grab some coffee?" I asked, hopeful that she'd accompany me.She gave me an apologetic smile. "No babe, I can't. I have a date with my boyfriend. Hope you can understand. Next time, I promise I'll go with you."I tried not to look too disappointed. "Oh, I can understand. Enjoy your date," I replied, masking my loneliness.She gently patted my shoulder. "Ok, you too. Head home early, don’t stay outside too long, alright?""Oh I will, don’t worry. Just a quick coffee and I’ll return," I reassured her with a small smile.We hugged briefly and said goodbye before heading in different directions. The sun was setting, casting golden rays across the pavement. I took a short
Sebastian’s POV The party was supposed to be perfect. Luxurious, grand, with the elite crowd of New York buzzing around — yet I was counting seconds, eyes on the entrance, waiting for her. My innocent little flower. And then she arrived… and everything in me snapped. She looked ethereal — but sinful. That short, tight dress hugging her like second skin, revealing too much of what’s mine. Her soft legs, her exposed back, the delicate curves that drove me mad. She was glowing, laughing, unaware of the eyes drinking her in like she belonged to the world. But she didn’t. She belongs to me. Only me. The moment Lucas Moretti approached her, every muscle in my body coiled. That bastard. My rival in every possible way, and there she was, dancing with him, swaying in his arms like a delicate flower caught in the storm. She smiled. She didn’t even realize who he was, how dangerous it was to be close to him. But what shattered me completely — was when he kissed her hand. That one act. T