Sebastian Knight

5. Liliana

“Enough, both of you,” A commanding voice rang out from the entrance of the bar.

Sebastian stepped forward, his presence filling the room. His blue eyes blazed with a mix of anger and possessiveness as he took in the scene before him. He made his way toward me, his body shielding me from any further harm.

“I won’t tolerate this behavior in my bar,” Sebastian declared, his voice slicing through the tension. “Manuel, leave. And if you ever threaten or harm Liliana again, I promise you it won’t end well for you.”

Manuel’s face contorted with rage, but he knew better than to challenge Sebastian. With a final glare at me, he turned on his heel and stormed out of the bar, his footsteps fading into the distance.

The room breathed a collective sigh of relief as the tension dissipated. My trembling hand reached up to touch ny cheek, the heat of the slap still resonating.

Sebastian’s eyes softened as he took in my vulnerability, his protective instincts kicking into overdrive. He pulled me into his arms, holding my tightly.

“I’m so sorry,” he murmured, his voice filled with remorse. “No one should ever have to endure that kind of treatment.”

I leaned into his embrace, finding solace in his warmth and strength. As the bar slowly resumed its normal rhythm, the patrons moved about, mostly oblivious to the drama that had unfolded. I clenched my fists, determination shining in my eyes.

I wouldn’t let anyone, not even my own father, stand in the way of my happiness.

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I took a deep breath, the notes of the song hanging in the air, as I stood on the stage clutching the microphone. The crowd before me, a kaleidoscope of faces and emotions, stared back with anticipation. This was it. My moment to shine and let my voice soar like a bird released from its cage.
“Welcome everyone, to the Knightman,” I spoke as I looked into the crowd. “Tonights song I am going to dedicate to those who’ve been cheated on. This is before he cheats by carrie underwood.”

I closed my eyes, allowing the music to wash over me. The opening chords of Carrie Underwood’s “Before He Cheats” filled the room, and a surge of determination coursed through my veins. This song was a battle cry, a declaration of independence and strength.

The words poured out of me, each note carrying my pain and anger. My voice echoed through the bar, intertwining with the strums of the guitarist beside me. The lyrics were a sword, piercing the heart of infidelity. And as I sang, I felt the weight of betrayal slowly lifting from my shoulders.

The final note dissipated into the air, leaving a charged silence in its wake. The crowd erupted into applause, their cheers and whistles echoing in my ears. I opened my eyes to face a sea of faces, their eyes filled with admiration and empathy.

But then, I saw him. Thomas emerged from the edge of the crowd, a pitiful expression plastered across his face. He pushed through the throng of people, making his way towards the stage, his pleading eyes fixated on me.

“Please, Liliana, forgive me,” he begged, his voice laced with regret.

I held up my hand to stop him in his tracks, a bitter smile playing at the corners of my lips. “Thomas, after what you did, forgiveness is as elusive as dignity is to you.”

His face paled, realization dawning on him. The once vibrant spark in his eyes flickered, leaving them dull and empty.

“I want nothing to do with you,” I declared, my voice dripping with finality.

Suddenly, a strong hand wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer to him. Sebastian materialized beside me, his intense gaze fixed on Thomas. There was a fiery determination burning in his eyes, a silent promise to protect me no matter what.

“Leave,” Sebastian growled, his voice as chilling as the look in his eyes.

Thomas stumbled back, the weight of his actions finally crashing down upon him. He retreated into the crowd, disappearing like a ghost into the night. The silence returned, heavy and laden with a mixture of relief and uncertainty.

I glanced at Sebastian, a mixture of gratitude and admiration swirling in my chest. His mere presence reminded me that I wasn’t alone in this battle. That there was someone steadfast and unwavering by my side.

Sebastian smiled, a smile that reached the depths of his eyes. “Let’s go home, Liliana.”

I nodded, resting my head against his muscular shoulder. As we walked off the stage together, the crowd’s applause faded into the background. The sea of faces parted before us, giving way to a new chapter of our lives, one filled with love, trust, and a melody of perseverance.

“Home,” I repeated, the word laced with a newfound sense of belonging.

And with that, we left the past behind, ready to embrace the future that lay ahead.