All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Dangerous Obsession : Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

Friday Morning (Susan’s POV)The morning sunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows of my apartment, streaking across the beige carpet in golden lines. I squinted, turning over on the bed, and groaned as my phone buzzed relentlessly on the nightstand. It was already 7:42 a.m., and the world was pulling me back into the chaos I half-loved and half-feared.“Ugh,” I muttered, stretching lazily. 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 rolled over and grabbed my phone. Notifications lit the screen: emails from clients, reminders from work, and a string of missed calls from Mark. I sighed, feeling that familiar mix of love and irritation. He could be sweet, I admitted, in his teasing, careless way, but he also had a way of making me second-guess myself.I flipped my hair over

Friday Night (Greg’s POV)I always loved to ease off stress after work, and I did it best at just one place—the club.“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,” I continued. “Clear your desk. We’ll continue with the rest of the work tomorrow. If anything comes up, handle it. If you can’t, let it rest till next week. I won’t appreciate any distractions.”“Understood, sir,” Hazel replied, walking out and slamming the door behind her.I was ambitious but aggressive. I loved to separate work from pleasure.I quickly closed my laptop, packed it into my backpack, grabbed my navy-blue suit, and hurried out.My office was on the second floor of my three-story building company. I always preferred to use the stairs instead of the elevator as a form of exercise.“Good evening, sir,” Bret greeted, opening the passenger door for me.I slid in, slammed the door, and

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