Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 356

**TITLE: The Billionaire’s Last Obsession series 356**
**Chapter 356: Stella’s Downfall**

A tremor of despair rippled through Stella’s body, her heart racing frantically against her ribcage as she sank to her knees before Sebastian. The crushing weight of dread and remorse enveloped her, squeezing the breath from her lungs. Once a figure of pride and confidence, she was now a mere shadow of herself, her face contorted in anguish as she crawled toward him, desperation etched in every line of her being. “Mr. Whitmore, please,” she implored, her voice quaking with raw emotion, “it’s all my fault. I was blinded by arrogance, reckless in my pursuits, and utterly ignorant of the fallout my actions would bring. Please, I beg you, show mercy to Philips Corp.”

“Please,” she repeated, her voice faltering, nearly shattering under the weight of her desperate pleas.

A collective gasp echoed through the room, a stunned intake of breath as the witnesses processed the shocking scene unfolding before them. Who could have predicted that the once-mighty Stella would find herself reduced to this pitiful figure, begging for compassion? It was a spectacle that defied belief, a stark contrast to her previous stature, leaving the onlookers in a state of disbelief, grappling with the depths of her humiliation.

Yet, Sebastian remained resolute, his demeanor as unyielding as the frost of winter. He held Lillian’s hand tightly, a silent vow of his unwavering support and commitment. “Don’t waste your apologies on me,” he replied, his voice slicing through the tension like a sharp blade. “Since the eldest daughter of the Phillips family sought to strip my fiancée of her dignity, I will ensure that Philips Corp pays the price. Consider the score settled.”

He turned sharply to Foster, his command unwavering and authoritative, like a general preparing for battle. “Inform Old Master Brooks. If the future lady of Townsville Plaza is as impressive as she claims, I expect the ownership of Townsville Plaza transferred to my fiancée within the hour. If not, there will be consequences.”

With a final glance at Stella, who remained crumpled on the floor, he took Lillian’s hand and led her away, their departure leaving a heavy silence in its wake. The murmurs of the onlookers filled the air, a mixture of awe and admiration for the lengths Sebastian would go to protect the woman he cherished.

Watching the couple leave, Sonia felt her heart twist, a longing morphing into something darker and more sinister. The fire in her eyes flickered with a volatile blend of envy and resentment, starkly contrasting the admiration she once held for them.

The days that followed were a whirlwind for Lillian, each moment consumed by the looming launch of Skyreach Jewels. The demands of advertisement shoots piled up like an insurmountable mountain, and with the unexpected responsibility of managing Townsville Plaza thrust upon her, she scarcely found a moment to breathe. The fear of pushing herself to the brink of exhaustion without Sebastian’s vigilant oversight gnawed at her, a constant reminder of the pressure weighing heavily on her shoulders.

Meanwhile, at Ravenwood Manor, Sebastian found himself in an unfamiliar realm—the kitchen. Clad in casual attire, he stood there, knife in hand, chopping vegetables under the watchful eye of Louis, the chef. Amusement danced in Louis’s eyes as he observed this unexpected turn of events.

He had witnessed Sebastian grow from a boy into a formidable man, yet never had he envisioned his master donning an apron, attempting to prepare a meal for anyone. And yet, here he was, awkward yet determined, pouring his heart into a task that felt utterly foreign to him. For Ms. Harrington, Louis mused with a faint smile, this made perfect sense.

As Lillian descended the stairs, searching for Sebastian, she checked her usual haunts but found no trace of him. Curiosity piqued, she made her way toward the dining room—only to halt abruptly in her tracks. Sebastian emerged from the kitchen, a tray in his hands, the tantalizing aroma of food wafting through the air. For a man known for his meticulous nature, the idea of voluntarily stepping into the chaotic realm of a kitchen was almost unfathomable.

He placed the tray down on the table, revealing a plate of slightly burnt eggs, slices of ham, and a tidy pile of salad greens.

“This… you made this?” Lillian asked, her voice laced with surprise as she examined the dish, a mix of disbelief and delight dancing in her eyes.

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