Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 93

Lilian tossed and turned through a restless sleep, her mind trapped in a swirling haze of darkness and suffocating heat.

She found herself once again in that dreaded basement from her past life, surrounded by roaring flames that crept closer with terrifying speed. No matter how desperately she tried to flee, her feet seemed rooted to the spot, unable to escape the encroaching fire.

Her voice broke through the smoke as she screamed for help, begging anyone nearby to save her. But all she received were cold, mocking sneers. They stood silently, watching with cruel indifference as the flames slowly consumed her.

“No… please… someone help me…” she cried out, her voice cracking with fear and desperation.

The nightmare shifted violently, pulling her deeper into an endless void. She struggled to pry her eyes open, but darkness held her captive. Despite every ounce of strength she summoned, she remained trapped in that suffocating blackness, unable to break free.

Then, like a lifeline thrown into the abyss, a deep, soothing voice called softly to her.

“Lilian, don’t be afraid. I’m here.”

The familiar tone, warm and steady, eased the tension in her furrowed brow. Slowly, the oppressive darkness gave way, and she slipped back into a calm, restorative sleep.

Afternoon sunlight poured gently through the windows, bathing the room in a soft golden glow. Dust motes danced lazily in the warm light, and the quiet hum of the outside world filtered in faintly.

Lilian didn’t stir until nearly three in the afternoon. When she finally awoke, she raised a trembling hand to rub her throbbing temples, her eyes scanning the unfamiliar surroundings with confusion and unease.

Where was she? How had she ended up here?

She swung her legs over the side of the bed and began to lift the blanket, preparing to stand when the door creaked open.

Her gaze lifted just in time to see him enter.

Sebastian stepped inside, a faint, almost tender smile playing on his perfectly chiseled features. The usual sharp suit and tie were replaced by a simple black sweater and beige slacks, lending him an effortless, aristocratic elegance that seemed to fill the room.

He approached her quietly and reached out to gently ruffle her tangled hair.

Seeing the frustration etched on her face, Sebastian softened his tone. “Don’t push yourself too hard. If the memories don’t come now, it’s okay. The important thing is that you’re alive.” He pulled her gently into his embrace.

Lilian leaned into him, her senses overwhelmed by the mingled scents of mint and tobacco that clung to him. The feeling was disorienting, yet strangely comforting.

“Sebastian… don’t be too kind to me,” she whispered, a small, teasing smile flickering across her lips. “I might start to get greedy.”

He pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, his dark gaze intense and unwavering.

“Lilian, you’re already my obsession. You’ve carved yourself into my very being. The moment I heard something happened to you, I knew—there’s no one in this world who can hurt me, except you.”

He took a deep breath, his voice dropping to a softer, almost vulnerable tone. “So promise me this—no matter what happens from now on, put your own safety first. If anything ever happens to you again, I swear, I’ll lose my mind.”

Lilian met his pleading eyes, her heart fluttering in a way she hadn’t expected. She had never truly believed that someone could care for her so deeply, as if she were his entire world, as if she were entwined with his very soul.