The Billionaire's Obsession: A Billionaire's Love Story

SAVANNAH’S POV “Don't leave this room until you're done!” My stepmother Vera McGrathy’s voice split through the air, her face red with fury and disgust. “When it's time to serve we’ll call you.” I stood in the dimly lit room, alone, clutching a mop stick with a bucket on another hand. My chest ached. I spontaneously wiped the hot tears gathered beneath my eyelids with my stained apron as cheers and laughter echoed from outside. How could they be celebrating my suffering? This is a nightmare I want to wake up from. Thirty minutes later, I was finished cleaning. My stepmother’s stilettos echoed in the hall, growing louder until she was right in front of me again. “Take this,” she snapped, flinging a dress at me. “Change into it. We can't have you looking like a maid in front of our guests.” I scoffed, clutching the mop stick even tighter. Of course, I was a maid—one they used however they pleased. Ever since my father died, My step mother and sister changed from the loving family

SAVANNAH’S POV Babies? My life was literally slipping from my hands but his concern was making babies. I gulped hard because it felt like a threat only to look down to see his palm stretched proudly towards me. He led me to the car outside as guests tagged behind us. Congratulations flew past my head but I didn't care. My stepmother watched me closely from the stairs as a satisfied smile tugged at her lips—she had won. As we entered the car, I stared out the window, observing the crowd and saying goodbye to my old life. There was no going back now. We arrived at his mansion after a long drive. Stepping out of the car, my eyes widened in shock. A large beautiful building was in front of me, draped in hyacinths and had a water fountain in the middle. Three maids lined up to welcome us, their hands folded in front of them. “Welcome to your new home,” Diego's voice rang from behind me. My new home. I would have to adapt to a new life, a new name and that ridiculous pet name—little bu

SAVANNAH’S POV The morning sun invaded the room, some of it spilling on my face. My hands grazed the bed and I realised there was no one there. He was gone. Did he really hate me that much? To want to leave before I even wake up. But why did I care? I never wanted to marry him anyway. I rolled out of bed lazily, navigating the room as I didn't get the chance to observe it properly the previous evening. I walked with a yawn towards the large window, yanking the curtain wide open. My lips cracked open with a smile because the view from up here was magnificent. I could see far into the bustling city and for a moment, I forgot my problems. While in thoughts, I heard a knock on the door and a lady rushed in, bowing. Her fingers squeezed her black on white uniform tight. “Good morning ma’am. I'm Tara the head housekeeper, and Mr Diego asked that I show you how things work around here,” she said calmly. I stared at Tara blankly for seconds. I wasn't used to being waited on. My morni

SAVANNAH'S POV My chest wouldn't stop beating hard with each passing second. I wasn't supposed to be afraid but somehow I was. Maybe he was still angry with me because of what happened the previous night. “Mr Diego is here,” Maria announced with a chuckle while sizing me up. The doors flung open with him barging in fiercely. “What happened!?” Diego raged at Maria. “Sir-sir Diego. This woman is an imposter claiming to be your wife. Please punish her,” Maria stammered. My eyes traced Diego's tightened fists, his rough breaths were clearly heard. “An imposter?” “How dare you disrespect my wife?” Diego raged, counting his words. “But sir-I didn't -I didn't expect her to be your wife. She looks- “I’ll get in touch with your manager later. You will have to say goodbye to your job,” Diego said, with his eyes laced on her. Maria shuddered with fear. Her once imposing smile turned to a defeated whimper. “Apologize to Mrs Montenegro immediately and do it properly!” Diego comman

DIEGO'S POV It was 10pm, and I walked slowly into the room to meet Savannah tucked in a blanket on the sofa. I knew she was wondering why my mood suddenly changed but before I could wrap my head around it all, I decided to transfer her to the bed. Getting closer, her slow breath rang like sweet melodies in my ears. Even in sleep, she was beautiful and innocent. I sniffed her neck to inhale that flowery smell I had always loved. With one hand holding her legs and the other supporting her back, I carried her slowly to the bed to avoid waking her up. Earlier, I had to pull away because I could feel my demons coming out. I couldn't help but hate myself at that moment. Looking deep into her eyes, it felt like I was a demon trying to corrupt an angel. As much as I wanted to be lost in her eyes, I was starting to doubt the chances of her ever loving me. Was I undeserving of love or happiness? I didn't want to hurt Savannah or drag her into this dangerous path I had chosen. I