Semua Bab Sebastian's Obsession: Bab 31 - Bab 40

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 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 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 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

petal's pov Twisted Obsession His eyes darkened with something almost primal as he grabbed my chin, forcing me to look up at him. His grip was firm, demanding control, his touch burning into my skin like a silent warning. "You’re playing with fire," he murmured, his deep voice sending a shiver down my spine. I swallowed hard, but I refused to look away. If he thought I would cower, he was wrong. "Then let me burn," I shot back, my voice steady despite the erratic pounding of my heart. His lips curled into a slow, dangerous smirk. He leaned in, his breath fanning over my lips as he whispered, "Oh, you will, little flower. You have no idea what you've just started." The air between us crackled with tension, thick and suffocating. A war of wills. A battle for control. Then suddenly—he let me go. Relief flooded through me, but it was short-lived. Before I could take a single step, he struck like a predator, his hands gripping my waist as he threw me onto the bed with a force that