Uncle's Obsession

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Author's Note: Expect Grammatical Errors not my first language. This is not an edited story yet. Plagiarism is a Crime. Punishable by Law.

All Right Reserved @2022*******************************************************In this story ML is a bit aggressive and arrogant, when reading story, you might hate him 😉Don't go complaining around this book, if you are not interested don't read, don't just write hateful comments. Enjoy reading

Character introduction

SEBASTIAN D'ANGELO (ML)

AGE: - 32 years

PERSONALITY: - Arrogant, Handsome, Billionaire, Obsessive, Possessive, jealous, In love with our FL.

PETAL VIOTTO (FL)

AGE: - 20 Years

PERSONALITY: - Sweet, innocent, beautiful, kind, trust everyone easily, unaware of ML's love towards her.

Prologue

"Please don't do this, I don't want to marry you," pleaded the girl, "You don't have a choice but to obey me, my flower," announced Sebastian. "But you are.........

Sebastian D'Angelo, a billionaire who's obsessed with petal, His friend's daughter.

He became a sicko chasing after a forbidden desire and swore to protect her when no one else can. A selfish man hellbent on ruining everyone's lives over a teenage girl.

Protecting her from the evil eyes, he didn't realize when lines blurred-and the blurrier the line, the easier it is to cross. Now nothing can stop him from keeping his Petal safe by his side forever.

Petal's POV

Warning: A little bit of violence ahead; read at your own risk.

When I was struggling to get out of his hold, what he said next felt like the ground slipped from under my feet. "We are getting married after your graduation, Mayflower," he said. I stopped struggling. "What the hell!" I yelled at him. "I'm not fucking getting married to you, did you hear that?" I screamed at him. "Don't curse in front of me; it's not ladylike," he said while gritting his teeth. "Who the fuck are you to tell me how to talk? Get away from me, you bastard!" I screamed at him. I made him angry-his eyes were bloodshot, and the nerve in his forehead popped up, showing how much I had angered him. As I was waiting for his response, a slap landed on my cheek, turning my head to the side. I couldn't even touch my cheeks-my hands were in his hold. My cheeks started to hurt because of the impact. He held my jaw and turned my face to him. "When I tell you to behave, you have to do it. And when I tell you not to use curse words, then don't. Did you get that?" he hissed. I was so shocked I just nodded at him. "It hurts, Sebastian," I said. He was holding my jaw in his tight grip, his nails digging into my cheeks. I started to cry loudly, but he didn't move away from me-he was still hovering above me. We kept silent for a minute. I broke the silence by saying, "My parents won't agree with you. They won't marry me to you. You can't do anything about it." I chuckled bravely. I thought he would be shocked by my statement, but a smirk crept onto his lips. I became confused-how could he smirk when he actually had to be sad? "My, my... how naive of you, my little flower, to think that you can scare me," he started to laugh. His laughter was like music-if the circumstances weren't like this, I would have complimented him. He's handsome with a well-built body, and he's a billionaire too. He's the perfect guy that girls dream of, but not for me, and not now. He stopped laughing and looked at my puzzled face. "Listen here, they will willingly give your hand to me, and you are going to make sure of that," he said. "Why would I do that? Why would I dig my own grave?" I asked him. He kept his smirk on, and what he said next made my blood turn cold in my veins. "Yes, my darling, you will do that. If you don't, then get ready to face the consequences," he deadpanned. "Wh-what consequences?" I stuttered. He looked me seriously in the eye, then said, "If you don't do what I say, your father will lose his job. Your big brother, who's abroad-I'll make him lose his job and send him to jail for not extending his visa and passport. Your little brother, who's studying-he'll be kicked out of college. And your mom will lose her mind over all this shit. Either way, I'll marry you. It's your choice," he said venomously. "No, you won't. You love my mom; you took her as your own sister," I said. "Believe me when I say I'll do it, then I'll do it. As for my sister, yes, she's like my own sister. But when it comes to you, you are my first priority," he replied. "You won't gain anything by doing this. Why are you so adamant about marrying me? It's not like we're rich like you. You could get a more beautiful girl than me," I asked him. "I will get you; I don't want any whores who want to be with me for my money," he said while smirking. My tears started to roll down. "Please don't do this. I don't want to marry you," I pleaded with him. "You don't have a choice but to obey me, my flower," announced Sebastian. "But you are..." "I'm what? Complete the sentence, Petal," he said dangerously. I kept silent, still crying. When I didn't reply to him, he said, "I said complete the fucking sentence!" When I still didn't reply, he leaned toward me, slid my dress from my shoulder, and bit down on it. I screamed from the pain. "P-please don't do that; it h-hurts. Please le-let go," I said. He was licking the spot where he bit to reduce the pain. "Then complete the sentence," he said, moving himself away from my shoulder. "I-I d-don't want to m-marry you because you are old-older than me, and we have a de-decade age gap," I completed the sentence while stuttering. He chuckled at my statement, pinched my waist, and said, "Don't worry, Flower. Nowadays, age doesn't matter. What really matters is love, and I love you a lot," he said. I started to laugh at his statement. "Love? Are you kidding me? You're obsessed with me, and obsession isn't called love," I spat at him. The next thing I knew, he kissed me forcefully, and his hands started to roam over my body. What he did next-I couldn't tolerate it, and I slapped him hard.

Let me tell you how I got myself into this situation. I never wanted anything to do with him. It all started when he came to my home for dinner. Man I never thought or I never knew when he started to have feelings for me?.

I know one can't help having feelings for others whom they like but come on we don't even have compatibility and I don't think we will have understanding in the future.

I don't know how I'll get myself out from this situation or I'm not sure even I'll get out from this situation. I hope he don't force me for doing anything.

So as I said let me tell you how I got myself in this situation.

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