Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 307

**TITLE: The Billionaire’s Last Obsession series 307**
**CONTENT: Chapter 307 When Love Turns Desperate**

Sebastian’s expression hardened, his brows knitting together in a fierce scowl. His voice emerged like a chilling gust of wind, cutting through the tension in the air. “Ms. Lyla, I trust I was abundantly clear during our previous conversation. That land you speak of now belongs to my fiancée, not to me. And let me reiterate, I, Sebastian, will only ever marry Lillian. For the entirety of my existence. I sincerely hope you can conduct yourself with some semblance of dignity.”

With those final words, he pivoted sharply, determination etched into his features as he prepared to leave the scene.

Lyla, her heart pounding in her chest, watched his retreating silhouette with a mix of desperation and defiance. Drawing in a deep, shaky breath, she called out, her voice reverberating with urgency, “What if I don’t care?”

Sebastian’s stride faltered for a brief moment, and sensing an opening, she pressed on, her words flowing like a torrent. “What if I don’t care that you have a fiancée? I just want to be with you. Even if I remain nameless, even if I spend my entire life lurking in the shadows, I don’t care. Just grant me a chance; you’ll soon see that I am far better for you than Lillian.”

Her conviction surged within her, an unwavering belief that if only fate would grant her that one opportunity, she could capture his heart. Just that one chance was all she needed.

Her declaration rippled through the crowd, leaving a stunned silence in its wake as onlookers gaped at her audacity, their expressions a mixture of shock and intrigue.

Cameron, leaning against a nearby pillar, broke the silence with a slow, mocking clap. “Ah, as expected from Kingston’s iron lady; even her confession is uniquely bold.”

Murmurs of disbelief and curiosity rose among the crowd, like a wave of whispers washing over them.

Sebastian remained silent, but a flicker of satisfaction ignited in Lyla’s eyes. She thought to herself, Men are all the same; they can’t resist temptation when it’s laid bare before them.

But just as the crowd began to sense a crack in Sebastian’s stoic facade, Lillian, standing resolutely by his side, turned to face Lyla. Her gaze was sharp, slicing through the tension like a finely honed blade. “I care.”

Lyla’s eyes narrowed, brimming with contempt as they locked onto Lillian’s. “What right do you have to care?”

“Because I’m his fiancée,” Lillian replied coolly, her composure unwavering. “Ms. Lyla, Kingston’s so-called darling, throwing herself at someone else’s feet in such a public display. You may choose to discard your dignity, but my fiancé will not.”

Witnessing her collapse, a few onlookers couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy for her plight.

Yet love was not a matter of who arrived first or who arrived last; it was about that singular moment when two destinies intertwined. No sooner, no later—just a twist of fate, because it had to be that particular person.

As the auction drew to a close, the crowd began to dissipate slowly, leaving behind an air of unresolved tension.

Lillian had to leave early; the contest awaited her.

Back in Kingston, Sebastian plunged headfirst into the whirlwind of company affairs, his schedule as demanding as ever.

As for that piece of land, Lillian resolved to let it lie untouched for the time being, knowing that some battles were not worth fighting just yet.