Semua Bab The Billionaire's Obsession (ENGLISH) : Bab 1 - Bab 10

"I don’t even know who you are anymore, Amara."Her grandfather’s voice thundered across the room, his anger practically vibrating through the air. Amara let out an exasperated sigh and massaged her aching temple, trying to ease the pounding pain in her head."We’ve given you everything. What more do you want from us?"Grandpa Herman continued his tirade, causing Amara to roll her eyes in frustration."Seriously, Grandpa? It’s three in the morning. Can we not do this right now? I'm drunk and exhausted. Can you please just shut up and save the lecture for tomorrow?"She snapped, her tone dripping with defiance, which only fueled her grandfather’s rage. She didn’t bother avoiding her father's fiery glare either."Your attitude is out of control, Amara. When are you going to learn some respect?"Her grandfather roared again, but Amara didn’t flinch. Instead, she plopped herself down on the plush designer sofa like she owned the world."Oh please. What are you going to do this time? Groun

Amara’s brows were practically fused together as she glared at her bankbook, desperately trying to remember how her $1,500 had dwindled down to zero.It hadn’t even been a full week since she got kicked out of her family’s house, and here she was—barely able to pay the delivery guy waiting outside with her lunch.“Staring at it won’t make the numbers go back up, Amara,”Ken joked, one of the guys she shared the dorm with.Normally, she’d ignore him just like she always did, but this time, she had second thoughts. She realized her next few meals—and possibly even her unpaid lunch today—might just depend on him. Especially with the delivery guy blowing up her phone with messages.“Uhm, hey... how’s your day going, Ken?”She asked sweetly, flashing him a seductive smile. His grin widened instantly.“Y-you know my name?” he stammered.“Of course I do, how could I not?” she purred. “You're looking really good today… hot, actually.”As she spoke, she casually ran her hand down his thigh. Sh

Amara had lost count of how many times she buried her head into the soft pillow she was hugging. One more knock and she was pretty sure she’d scream at whoever was disturbing her sleep.“Ughhh, so loud…”She grumbled irritably, pressing her face deeper into the pillow and covering her ears in hopes of blocking out the annoying knocking.A small smile tugged at her lips when the knocking finally stopped. She was just starting to drift back into sleep when—suddenly—someone had the audacity to yank the pillow right out of her arms. Startled, she shot up from the bed and glared at the intruder.Her angry scowl turned into an awkward, forced smile the moment she saw who it was: Mark Xavier Peralta, looking absolutely furious.“G-good morning,” she said sheepishly.He didn’t respond—just shot her a withering glare before glancing at the wall clock hanging in the corner of her ridiculously tiny room. Honestly, she was pretty sure her bathroom back home was bigger than this. Not that she was

Amara’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as she stared—still stunned—at the black and white maid’s uniform Xavier, her kiss-happy boss, had handed her.But this wasn’t just any maid’s uniform.Nope. It was something else entirely.It was like Xavier took her sarcastic comment about the first outfit he gave her way too seriously—and decided to punish her in the most wicked way possible.Was this revenge?“Arrghhh!”Amara groaned and flopped back onto her tiny bed, thrashing like a frustrated teenager.She glared at the uniform again with full-on death stares, wishing it were an actual person—specifically, Xavier—so she could crush it to bits in a fit of righteous fury.Because seriously—one look at that outfit, and it was obvious it had zero intention of covering anything properly. It was scandalously short, looked like it ran out of fabric halfway through production, and the skirt flared out in a way that screamed K-pop idol meets adult fantasy. The top? Plunging neckline so de

Amara nearly doubled over in pain as her boss started massaging her injured right hand. The pressure was unbearable—she honestly thought she might pee herself from the sheer pain. She wanted to cry so badly, but held it in, knowing that the devil himself—Xavier—would only tease her for it.“O-ow…”She whimpered as he gently pulled on her wrist. He shot her a sharp look, which she boldly returned without flinching.“This is just a mild fracture. I don’t think anything’s actually broken. Stop acting like such a baby,” he said flatly.Amara glared at him, clearly offended, and snapped back almost shouting, “It hurts! Would you like to switch places and have your bones cracked?”She nearly burst into tears as Xavier deliberately pressed harder, making her squirm.“Ow! Can you please be gentle? Honestly, I don’t even think you know what you’re doing. Can you just take me to a doctor?” she pleaded, eyes glossy with tears.This was the first time she'd ever hurt herself this badly. She knew