All Chapters of The Billionaire's Obsession: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Time seemed to stand still. The only thing I was seeing was that green eyes, those green eyes that always held so much emotion for me now looked cold and detached. He has always been handsome, but now, he looks more handsome. Nothing much has changed, just the way his skin now glows and glints in richness. His chiseled features seemed to have sharpened with time. The angular lines of his jaw were now more defined, framing his face in a way that accentuated his piercing gaze. His pointed nose and full pink lips added to his perfection, making him almost breathtakingly handsome.A hard lump appeared in my throat as I tried to swallow the shock. My heart drummed harder, causing my breathing to come out in pants. Jaxson... my eyes were yet to believe it. He was a mere poor orphan who worked in a courtyard years ago, so how could he be a CEO? Not just any CEO, but of Pierce's Group, a company run by the grandson of Leonard Pierce. Did this mean Jax was his grandson? My mind was reeling w

Jaxson Grayson Pierce"Hey, man. I got your message," Brian said, coming to a stop in front of where I was sitting. "You sounded so urgent," Julian added, pulling out a chair and sitting by my left side.I huffed softly, swirling the alcohol in my glass, my jaw tensed. I had fucking left the office early, needing to clear my damn head. Brian slid onto the other vacant stool by my right, their curious faces turned toward me."What's going on, bro?" Julian asked."She's back," I mumbled, a crease forming on their faces. And Julian frowned. "Who?"My mind drifted to those amber eyes, and anger surged through my veins. Not just the anger of seeing her but the anger of her returning and acting like nothing had happened. Like she hadn't left me miserable for years for a rich asshole. She even changed her surname thinking that I couldn’t recognize her. Not when I could still remember her words, even now. They taunted me in sleep, during the day, and every moment since she walked away.

"Then why is a hospital contacting you for bills?"Her words cut through my thoughts, and I looked up to see the concern written all over her face. I gulped, swallowing a bit of saliva."It's about my mother." I told the truth, and she gasped.She knew I stayed in Germany with my mother before I came back here for jobs to survive. Well, that’s all I told her—but from my struggle, appearance, and behavior, she could easily tell things were rough for me—something even a blind person could see."So sorry about that." I nodded with a strained smile."But the $2000?""Dex paid for it," I said, and a sudden silence followed instantly. Confused, I tore my eyes from my phone and lifted them to find a wide, proud smile on her face."Girlllll… this guy loves you!"Love?I know it's good, but I knew what she meant—and it's cringe."We are just friends, Emme," I quickly corrected her. I didn’t want ideas in her head.Dexter and I are just friends—not that he's even seeing me in that way, which I

“Come in.”A raspy growl echoed from inside the office, harsh and guttural. His voice carried no welcome, just the echo of something like disturbance.I swallowed the hard lump and curled my trembling palm around the doorknob. My heart was drumming so fast.“Breathe in, Rora.” “Breathe in. He doesn’t bite. He’s still the Jax that you used to know.” I kept whispering the words, and the next thing—I pushed the door open.And his eyes, shadowed and still, flicked to the door. And once they landed on me, his facial muscles sharpened, disgust glinting under those harsh green eyes. “Mom, I saw him again. I saw Daddy.”I quickly shook my head.And put on a faint smile, hiding my nervousness.“G…good morning, Mr. Grey.” I fiddled with my fingers, fighting the anxiety. “You called?”Those eyes moved from me to his wristwatch before refocusing back on me. It now seemed more sharper and chillier, making my throat tightened. “8:40 a.m.? Who comes to work at this time?”“Actually...” I cl

AuroraThe scent of smoked fish clung to my fingers as I picked tiny bones from Aria’s plate, listening to her chirp about her day at school. Or at least, I tried to listen. She was seated opposite me, legs swinging beneath the high-backed wooden chair, her excited voice rising and falling like birdsong—light, animated, full of that effortless joy only a child could carry.“Mom, it was soooo... good,” she giggled, gesturing with her left hand at whatever she was describing while the other clung to her spoon.My head moved nonchalantly as I leaned forward to remove the remaining bones and drop them on the empty plate on the table—a dining table I had gotten from a local auction shop down our street.It was old, poor-looking, but I had to buy it so Aria would have a place to sit and eat. I had the surface covered with a lace tablecloth that had yellowed slightly at the edges. In fact, almost all the furniture here came from that local auction shop. At least, that’s what I could afford—u