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

Friday Morning (Susan’s POV) The phone buzzed again, shrill and insistent, rattling the nightstand like it was warning me. I yelped, nearly dropping it, and scrambled upright in bed. “Not again,” I muttered, heart racing. My hands shook slightly as I grabbed it—emails, reminders, missed calls… and one flashing name at the top: Mark. My chest tightened. Why now? Why today? My apartment was small but warm, decorated with pastel tones and photographs of happier times—mostly me and Val, my best friend, laughing over coffee or grimacing at some terrible movie. That was my life: coffee, work, Val, and occasionally Mark. I threw the covers back, swinging my legs over the side of the bed, and stared at the phone. The screen blinked. Another missed call. Another message. I could feel a jolt of anticipation—would he be coming, or was this another Friday that ended with me alone? He could be sweet, I admitted, in his teasing, careless way, but he also had a way of making me second-guess mys

Saturday Morning (Susan’s POV) Waking up to another day—another whole new day—felt strange after the last two years. I had once been in a relationship I imagined would last forever. And today? I was heartbroken, my head pounding, my eyes red from drowning my sorrows in tears mixed with vodka. Life sucks, but men suck more. Scumbags full of lies and empty promises. Two goddamn years? I cried as I reached for more tissues on top of the drawer at the right corner of my bed, blew my nose, and tossed the tissue on the floor where the others had been heaped from last night. Two years? I could have built an empire, something my parents never did. And even if I fail? It would have been worth my time. A sharp knock at the door made me groan. “Who the hell is there?” Keys jingled at the door. I knew instantly it was Val. She had a spare key. “Oh my gosh, Susan,” Val said, stepping in. “You’re a mess, and you stink.” She squeezed her nose, as if the smell was unbearable. I sat up,

Friday Night (Greg’s POV) I always loved to ease off stress after work, and I did my best at just one place—the club. Yet tonight, something felt different. My pulse was already faster than usual, though the office day had been quite hectic and intense. “I’ll be out early today. Put a call across to Bret to come pick me up at 6,” I told Hazel, my personal assistant. “Get the rest of the details of the pitch across to my email address,” I continued. “Clear your desk. We’ll continue with the rest of the work by Monday. If anything comes up, handle it. If you can’t, let it rest till next week. I won’t appreciate any distractions.” I instructed and signaled her to go. “Understood, sir,” Hazel replied, walking out. The door slammed behind her, echoing in the office, unnervingly loud. I was ambitious but often regarded as aggressive. I loved to separate work from pleasure—but tonight, the air felt charged, as if the mansion itself was watching me leave. I quickly closed my laptop,

Saturday Morning (Greg’s POV)“Good morning, Dad,” I greeted as I grabbed a chair opposite my mom’s.My dad stared at me with authority mixed with disgust. He didn’t reply. The silence in the room was heavy, the kind that made you feel like you were being weighed and measured. I knew what was coming. My dad was a bit predictable, but that didn’t help him escape his terror.“Why weren’t you home last night?” he asked, his voice sharp and controlled. “Don’t tell me you worked late because I already called and you weren’t there.”I knew better than to say that. He had already checked. He didn’t even need to check, but he always did. I wasn’t stupid enough to think I could get away with that.“I had a really long day and needed to clear my head over some drinks, so I booked a hotel for the night,” I said.He scoffed. “You couldn’t clear your head at home? This is a mansion. Everything you need is here — a whole bar and countless rooms. And you chose a hotel?”“I needed a different environ

Saturday Evening (Susan’s POV)I was scared and shaky, but I promised myself I would give life another chance. So here I was.The club looked the same as always — loud music, bright lights, and people who seemed to be living a life I could never afford. The air was heavy with perfume, sweat, and the kind of energy that made you feel like anything could happen if you just let it.I walked in, trying to act like I belonged. I tried to pretend I wasn’t terrified. But the truth was, I felt out of place.I wasn’t surprised, though.Almost every woman in the room was dressed in lingerie — barely-there outfits that left nothing to the imagination. Their confidence was loud. Their movements were bold. They were all so sure of themselves, so used to being desired, so used to being taken.And then there was me.A woman in a red gown.A woman who had come here not to be wanted, but to forget.A woman who had just broken her heart and was trying to rebuild herself by stepping into the unknown.I