A Billionaire’s Obssesion

New York – DowntownThe sky was heavy with clouds, and rain poured down onto the slick sidewalks, reflecting the dim glow of the streetlights. Cars sped past, and pedestrians rushed for shelter from the growing storm.In a narrow, dark alleyway, a shadow struggled to move, a slender figure lay on the ground, breathing heavily. Blood mixed with the rain, forming a small pool beneath her.Isabella Carter had no idea how she had ended up like this. The last thing she remembered was leaving the bar where she worked, only to be confronted by three men waiting for her at the back exit. She never expected the night to end in punches, kicks, and the cold barrel of a gun pressed against her skin.“You used to be a good girl, Isabella. Why are you trying to run now?” one of them sneered, his voice as cold as ice, before delivering a brutal kick to her stomach. She gasped, her lungs emptying of air, her body unable to fight back.She tried to get up but couldn’t, her body refused to obey he

Leonard’s words still echoed in Isabella’s ears, his voice dripping with confidence as if he had already claimed her, as if she was just another possession in his luxurious collection.“Don’t pretend you have a choice, Isabella.”She stood there, her honey colored eyes burning with anger, while he looked at her with that same arrogant smirk that never failed to provoke her.She wanted to scream, to prove him wrong, but deep down, she knew one thing, her life had ceased to be her own the moment she stepped into this mansion.Turning abruptly, she stormed up the stairs, ignoring his voice calling after her. She entered the room he had given her and slammed the door shut, leaning against it as she tried to steady her breathing.“I can’t stay here…” she murmured, her heart pounding in her chest.Her mind worked fast. She didn’t have many options, but surrender was not one of them. She had to find a way out… and soon.About an hour later, when the mansion had finally settled into silence,

Leonard stood beside Isabella, exuding an aura of dominance and protection, while the party was at its peak. The lights of the grand chandeliers reflected off crystal glasses, and classical music flowed smoothly through the hall. Isabella tried to remain composed, but she couldn’t ignore the scrutinizing gazes of the women present, as if they were evaluating her, or perhaps trying to decipher her relationship with the man standing beside her. The atmosphere was thick with alcohol, hidden desires masked by forced smiles, and secrets whispered behind closed doors. As she tried to make sense of everything around her, a woman confidently made her way through the crowd. She wore an elegant red dress, tight enough to accentuate her alluring curves, and her long brown hair was styled meticulously, revealing a slender neck adorned with a diamond necklace. But the one thing Isabella couldn’t ignore was her eyes, icy blue, filled with authority, as if she was accustomed to getting

New York – The Party PalaceThe golden light of crystal chandeliers reflected off the champagne flute Isabella held with trembling hands. She felt the weight of Leonard’s gaze from across the hall, sharp as a blade cutting through the party’s noise. Richard, standing beside her, leaned in to whisper mockingly: "Looks like your guard dog is losing his composure." She didn’t answer. Her eyes locked with Leonard’s, burning with silent fury. With slow, deliberate steps, he began approaching them, each movement a drumbeat heralding a storm. Richard didn’t retreat. Instead, he placed a hand on Isabella’s back in a gesture that seemed innocent to onlookers but was deliberately provocative. "Don’t you find it tedious? A man chasing you like a shadow everywhere you go?" Before she could reply, Leonard was there, his strong hand gripping Richard’s wrist and yanking him away violently. "We weren’t finished on the balcony." The room seemed to hold its breath. Isabella caught the dis