All Chapters of Sebastian's Obsession: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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 The room was thick with tension as I tried to explain everything. My words tumbled out hurriedly, almost in a whisper, “My English lecturer gave us an assignment and paired us into groups of two. I got to college late today, so I just took the first seat I saw that was empty. I didn’t know we’d end up being partners for the assignment.” I paused, trying to catch my breath, my emotions swirling. “When the class ended, everyone left with their assigned partners. Jake suggested we go to the park to discuss the project, but I didn’t feel comfortable going alone. That’s why I asked Samy to come with me. While we were returning... we got caught in the rain, and then you showed up.” Tears prickled at the corners of my eyes, and my voice broke. Before I could stop myself, they began to fall. His grip on my hands loosened. I looked up to see his gaze softening, and in one fluid motion, he reached out and wiped away my tears with his thumb. “Don’t cry,” Sebastian murmured. His ton

Petal's POV A ray of sunlight peeked through the curtains, its warmth landing on my face like a sudden, unwanted reminder that the day had begun. The sensation was both soothing and irritating at once, especially when my head was pounding like a drum. The pain radiated through my temples, and my body felt oddly stiff. Groaning, I shifted, trying to find a comfortable position, but something was off. My pillow felt like a hard stone, uncomfortable against my face. I sighed in frustration, the headache only intensifying with each passing moment. But then, there was a weight on my stomach, heavy and solid, like a boulder. I froze, eyes fluttering open. Panic surged through me as I turned to my left, only to be met with a sight that made my heart skip a beat. My head was resting on Sebastian's hand, and his left hand was draped casually across my stomach, pinning me down in his embrace. My body stiffened with shock, my heart racing uncontrollably in my chest. What the hell? How did I en

Petal’s POV As I felt his lips on mine, my eyes widened in shock. It was as though the world had tilted on its axis. This wasn’t supposed to happen, not like this, not with him. My mind screamed in disbelief, but my body froze. I couldn’t process what was happening. This was my first kiss—something I had dreamed about being tender, gentle, and with someone I loved. But this... this was nothing like that. Panic surged through me, snapping me out of my daze. I began to struggle against him, my hands pushing at his chest with all the strength I could muster. “How dare he?” I thought, my heart racing with a mix of fear and anger. But my attempts were futile. He was strong—far stronger than I had imagined—and he didn’t budge. He kept kissing my lips, his actions aggressive and unrelenting. My struggles only seemed to spur him on. With one hand, he captured both of mine, pinning them above my head. His grip was firm, almost bruising, and it left me feeling powerless. His other hand moved

Petal’s POV As I took the last step toward the door, ready to finally escape this house, a deep, thunderous voice echoed behind me. "Where do you think you’re going?" I froze. Every muscle in my body went rigid at the sound of his voice. My breath caught in my throat as I slowly turned to face him, my heart pounding violently against my ribs. If only he had come a little bit late... If only I had been faster. But there he stood—Sebastian D'Angelo, in all his dark, terrifying glory. Dressed in an immaculate, tailored suit that molded against his broad shoulders and muscular frame, he looked like he had stepped straight out of a billionaire’s fantasy. How could God create such a dangerously handsome man? His sharp jawline, the shadow of stubble, his piercing eyes that held nothing but control—he was breathtaking. But he wasn’t normal. No, he was far from it. I swallowed hard, forcing myself to speak. What am I even expecting? To go home? "I mean… to my home, Sebastian," I corrected