Tough situation

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.