Sebastian's Obsession

Chapter 10

Sebastian came at midday, as the guy had stated. His razor-sharp gaze and blue eyes fell on me as if he was reading my soul. Due to the sheer anger and bitterness in my heart, I welcomed his presence with a slap.

What did I do to deserve this kind of punishment from God? My parents left me so early, the company has gone off completely, and now even the house has been lost as well.

"Are you so bored with your life that you decided to destroy mine?" I screamed angrily at his face.

Yet, Sebastian only gave me a cold stare. "Trust is the reason why you're like that now— you trust someone whom you shouldn't. Hopefully, the next time you'll learn, but for now, pack your stuff and leave."

What did I even expect from him? The ever-ruthless, merciless, and heartless man in Canais. I was too dumb to even think of a freaking miracle. No hope is left for me to hold on.

And although his response hurt my ego and saddened me, I don't want to push my luck any further. I already look stupid because of what’s happening. I couldn't afford to lose more face. My elegance fell under his dominion and dignity is what's left in me that will give me the pride to continue. Something that I must protect.

Amidst the bitterness and anguish, and despite the numbness of my body, I tried to hold on to my emotion—gathering bits of it together. I'm weak, but I won't let him see that.

"Can you keep the maids, Sebastian? Do me this favor at the very least."

Sebastian locked his gaze on me for a few moments. He sighed, "okay," as though he was weighing my statement before concluding.

With his response, I heaved a sigh of relief, as if a thorn had been taken out of my chest. And, at the very least, the maids will be employed even if I am gone. That's what matters.

My life had gone down the drain completely. At the same time, saddened by what's going on because everything I own has vanished. This is not what I begged the Lord for, yet why was it given to me? But perhaps this is what he desires, and it's always been his will to be done.

I turned my back on him, yielding everything. My tears dropped swiftly, which I brushed away quickly while trying to motivate myself even though I was becoming quite feeble.

"Monica, I'm going to leave the house, but don't worry, you can stay here with the other maids. Please take care of the house and the memories we've made here. I'll come back once everything is resolved," I said with a fake smile, assuring her that I was fine.

"What are you talking about, En? You're leaving? Where are you going?" she said, a worried expression etched on her face.

"I don't know Monica; perhaps I'll just look for a job."

I also can't afford to buy a condo or even an apartment, since I don't have enough money in my account. I also don't want to call Isabelle, only to ask for money. And it seems that she has no idea what happened to me as I have not told her about my situation yet because her project was extended there and I don't want to disturb her.

"Your parents entrusted you to me while they were still alive, so I can't abandon you," Monica said, shaking her head.

"I can't leave you; I know you're smart, but you don't know anything about housework lest you get hurt," she added.

I rejected her proposal with a shake of my head. Perhaps I'll be able to live alone if I try, without any support from the maids. Besides, there are YouTube tutorials on how to do things that are quite confusing and I think they're somehow reliable.

"I will entrust you with the house, Monica; who will inform me what's going on here if you accompany me?"

"Be my eyes and ears here while I'm gone. Please, do me this favor," I begged.

Monica appeared to be having difficulty making a decision, but she ultimately consented as well. I hugged her before heading up the stairs to my room to pack my things. But there's a problem: the quantity of bags, shoes, jewelry collection, and clothing do not fit in only two suitcases. And if I want to take it all, it seems like it will take me a few more days before it's over.

I was already worried about what I should do. Hence, I decided to sit on the bed while planning things out. And despite the fact that the air conditioner is on full blast, I'm still sweating.

I was at the point of staring at the poor clothes when the door suddenly opened and Sebastian spat out from it. I instantly rose from my seat and turned to face the man.

"Don't you understand the concept of privacy? Why are you in my room?" I irritably said.

Is he so eager to get rid of me that he followed me into my room simply to check on me? But instead of answering me, Sebastian's mouth remained shut as if he had heard nothing. His eyes scanned every corner of the room before stopping at the pile of clothes on the floor. He immediately raised an eyebrow at the same time as he frowned and looked at me. I'm an avaricious woman. What now?

"Why do you have so many clothes?"

"I'm a woman," I responded shortly, telling him the obvious reason.

Sebastian's expression didn't change one bit. "Will you take them all?" he added.

"Will you throw them away if I leave them here?" I questioned, recalling how he used to throw my paperwork away.

"Be my wife then," he directly uttered.

My heart pounded at what he said. Be his wife? What medicine did he inhale and seemed to be playing with me again? As though saying such words came naturally to him. I'm wondering how many ladies he's asked that question. Men like Sebastian have a lot of reserves. And when he doesn't get what he wants, someone replaces it immediately. That's how men are, isn't it? Can't be satisfied with one. And now he wants to victimize me as well, trying to fool the s**t out of me.

"Stop playing with me, Sebastian."

"I'm not kidding, Winter. Be my wife and I will give you back the company and this house."

I laughed a little at his answer. It seems like it's so easy for him to get married. I'm not going to marry someone I don't like, let alone love. Marriage is sacred, and it is only for those who sincerely love each other, which we are not. We don't love each other.

"Why are you bothering me, Sebastian? You have a lot of ladies in line. Why don't you pick one of them and marry her? I will only marry the man I love," I irritably said.

"Your pride and ideals will be the cause of your downfall, Winter. I offer you an easy life and yet again you rejected it," he stated in a disappointed tone.

"All of us look for ideals, Sebastian. It just happens that you're powerful, wealthy, and domineering...while I'm not."

"Fine, if hardship is what you want, I'll provide that for you," he threatened.

He suddenly left the room afterward. Sebastian is really annoying. All I said was that I didn't want to marry him or be his wife. Why would he threaten me? Like it was a big sin to reject his offer. Can't he just respect my decision? He totally got the company and the house. Does he also want to take over my life? As if everyone in Canais was under his control. Besides, it's really confusing why he's troubling me now; it's clear as crystal that I haven't done anything wrong to him. Sebastian is weird.

I wasn't in the mood to organize my stuff. The five pieces of luggage were already packed with shoes, sandals, and clothes, but there were still many luxurious items left. It's unfortunate, but I can't take it all.

I'll just text Cana to fetch these items so they don't go to waste if Sebastian decides to throw them out. Some of these outfits cost millions of dollars. It could be sold but I don't have time left. I'm unhappy, but I don't have a choice.

Monica helped me with my things as I exited the house. I even spotted the devil Sebastian lounging in the living room as his crew worked on the house. Nothing much will be fixed because everything is good except for a few light furniture pieces that he replaced. It seems like he wants to transform the house into Satan's lair because the colorful sofa and cupboards have gone dark. What a waste of effort.

He suddenly looked in my direction, and because I was furious with him, I flipped my hair and rolled my eyes before eventually coming out. I bid goodbye to the worried Monica and drove away from the house.

This is the first time I've driven without a sense of direction. I have no idea where I'm going or where I'll be living today. I wasn't even prepared due to the sheer pace with which everything unfolded. Who'd have thought Aunt Natasha would also sell the house? My mouth was sealed and my fist was closed, as anguish and misery reigned while my car raced down the road, abruptly transporting me to Canais City Jail.

I stepped out of my car, tired and hungry, to visit the person who is the cause of my suffering today. The jail security staff granted me entry, and the guards promptly picked up the person that I wanted to speak with from one of the cells.

Aunt Natasha's face becomes slimmer. As if she lost weight in a single day. She was already dressed in a jail uniform, and her previously haughty and graceful posture had vanished. She appears to be a regular woman, who looks innocent and gentle. The same qualities that deceive me by making me feel she's an angel sent from above. But she is actually a demon in disguise.

"Winter," she said hesitantly. Her expression was filled with fear and dread. She must be aware of the reason for my visit.

Once in my life, only now did my blood boil like this. I desperately want to slap and punch Aunt Natasha, but I attempt to restrain myself for the sake of respect. And even if I beat her to death, the house and the company would still not be returned to me, so what's the point?