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Petal's POV

His words struck me like a dagger, each threat cutting deeper than the last. “No, you won’t. You love my mom. You took her as your own sister,” I said desperately, grasping at straws.

“Believe me when I say I will. As for my sister, yes, she’s like my own sister. But when it comes to you, you are my first priority,” he replied, his tone devoid of any emotion.

“Why are you doing this? Why are you so adamant to marry me? You could have any girl—someone richer, someone more beautiful,” I said, tears streaming down my face.

“I don’t want any whores who only want me for my money. I want you,” he said, his smirk never faltering.

“Please don’t do this. I don’t want to marry you,” I pleaded, my voice breaking.

“You don’t have a choice but to obey me, my flower,” he declared, his words sealing my fate.

“But you are…” My voice trailed off, the words caught in my throat.

“You are what? Complete the sentence, Petal,” he demanded, his tone dangerous.

I stayed silent, too afraid to answer. His eyes darkened further, his patience wearing thin. “I said, complete the fucking sentence!” he roared, his voice echoing in the room. When I didn’t respond, he leaned closer, his lips brushing against my shoulder as he slid the strap of my dress down. Before I could react, his teeth sank into my flesh, a sharp, searing pain ripping through me.

I screamed, the sound raw and desperate. “P-please don’t do that. It hurts. Please let go,” I begged, tears streaming down my face. He licked the spot where he had bitten me, the sensation both soothing and sickening.

“Then complete the sentence,” he said, his voice low and menacing as he pulled back.

“I-I don’t want to marry you because you are…” My voice faltered, the fear choking me.

Before I could finish, his lips crashed against mine in a brutal, punishing kiss. His hands roamed over my body, invading every inch of my personal space. The humiliation, the helplessness—it was too much to bear. My instincts took over, and I slapped him hard, the sound of my palm meeting his cheek breaking the tense silence.

For a moment, the world stood still. His head turned slightly from the impact, but when he looked back at me, the rage in his eyes was enough to make my blood run cold.

And that’s when I realized—there was no escape.

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Let me tell you from the beginning how I ended up here, in his home, trapped in his bed, with everything spiraling out of control. My life was simple before him—quiet, uneventful, and filled with dreams of graduating, finding a job, and making my family proud. But that all changed the moment Sebastian D'Angelo decided I belonged to him.

It started innocently enough, or so I thought. A few stolen glances, a casual conversation, and then the shift—the possessiveness in his eyes, the way his voice dropped an octave when he called me My flower. At first, I thought it was harmless, even flattering. But it wasn’t long before his attention became suffocating, his obsession consuming.

He began orchestrating encounters, invading every part of my life. Every move I made, every step I took, I felt his shadow looming behind me. When I tried to pull away, to assert my independence, he tightened his grip. My rejection only fueled his madness, and now I’m here—forced into a nightmare I can’t escape, held captive by a man who claims to love me but doesn’t understand the meaning of the word.

I should’ve seen the warning signs. I should’ve run. But now, it’s too late.