Billionaire Ceo's Obsession Novels & Stories

He doesn't attend alot of social events, if his not in the office, he enjoys the comfort of his multi billion dollar home. Thinking about it now, I honestly couldn't blame him, because if I had that type of luxury in my grasp, I too wouldn't go anywhere. No one would see me for a year. “It’s like he doesn’t exist,” Diane huffed, dragging a hand through her hair. “Seriously, how is a billionaire CEO this... incognito?” “I told you,” I sighed, collapsing next to her, “he’s like a damn myth. A walking enigma. If it weren’t for the night we shared, I’d think I hallucinated him.”

“I don’t think I know.” She could see it now the ruthless businessman in him taking over, the man who built an empire from the ground up and refused to let anyone tear it down. But there was something else there, too. A dangerous edge. A side of him she hadn’t fully seen before. And she wasn’t sure if she should be afraid of it. Naomi’s phone buzzed again, and she swore under her breath. “It’s already spreading. The stock market is reacting.” Damien barely blinked. “Let it.”

And when she didn’t pay attention, he disturbed her at the mansion, but unfortunately, it was Yza who got hurt. Those are his obsessions, business, revenge, and women. But he has never shown any interest in a woman to the point of pursuing and guarding her. Why the hell did he when he saw Yza? He even managed to buy a condo unit in front of her apartment just to see her every night when she was still not in his mansion.

"I don't take betrayal lightly." With that, he stood up, reaching into his pocket. He pulled out a sleek black business card and handed it to her. "Call me when you have the money. One week, hija. That's all the time I can spare you." Jessa numbly accepted the card. It was glossy and black, with his name written in elegant gold lettering. Guiller Moretti CEO-President of Black Enterprise His contact number and address were also listed. Her lips curled into a bitter smirk when she noticed something absurd—he even had an official F******k page.

Let me just use him to while away time, I had concluded. We went on and did an introduction. Of course I introduced myself as the only child to Billionaire Caleb Wilson- the CEO of Oceanus Oil and gas companies. And he introduced himself as a friend to the host. He didn't go into details, he didn't say much. He did most of the asking, but within few minutes I was already attracted to him. I don't know but there was just something about him. The way he smiled, he looked at me and omg his voice! I was all over him.

My turbulent thoughts crash into Andrei's gaze, and it's like the whole world has come to a standstill… Those gorgeous brown orbs are igniting a fire… down South. “Why now?” he asks with a smirk, his eyes taunting me as he strides closer, “What's gotten into you? We're in the middle of a storm, and here you are, wanting to throw caution to the wind and dance in the rain.” What's gotten into me? I've lost my mind. The evidence? My obsession with a certain billionaire CEO. It's like I've been infected by some sort of love bug, a disease that's eating away at my common sense and leaving nothing but a trail of reckless, head-over-heels infatuation in its wake.

Hello my lovely readers. Thank you for giving my book a chance. Constructive criticisms are welcome and in short, believe me when I say I appreciate you all. Hope you enjoy! The Billionaire's Obsession Ciara Mendes As I glanced at the mountain of pending work, I found it impossible to focus on the article I had begun two days prior. With the deadline looming at the end of the week, the pressure was palpable—I knew my boss wouldn't hesitate to hold me accountable if I failed. Beverly Florence, the striking founder of Flare Magazine, was a familiar name in L.A.'s business circles, known not only for her beauty but also for her disingenuous smiles and high-pitched voice that masked the ambitiou

“You sound like an old woman. Come on, Clara. We’ll just go for a bit—one drink, one dance. You might even find inspiration for your interview tomorrow.” I gave her a side-eye. “Inspiration? At a nightclub?” She grinned. “Inspiration or a rich man—same difference.” I couldn’t help laughing. “You’re ridiculous.” “I’m serious!” she said, pointing at me with her makeup brush. “This is New York—the city of miracles, money, and mistakes. You never know who you’ll meet.” “I already know who I’ll meet,” I said. “My future boss. Elias Thorne—billionaire CEO, known playboy, and rumor has it he fired his assistant because she brought him coffee that was ‘too sweet.’”

"The media's obsessed with you two. Billionaire obsessed with senator's daughter, proposes three times, gets rejected three times, still fights for her. That's a catch." "We're not using our relationship" Victoria started. "You already are," Ngozi said bluntly. "The second King pledged his support, you became a package deal in the public's mind. So either you control that narrative, or it controls you." Victoria looked at King. He shrugged. "She's not wrong." "I hate politics," Victoria said. "Good." Ngozi grinned. "That'll make you better at it than most. Now, let's talk about your first public appearance."

I stated while crossing my arms. Chloe smiled that careless smile I had grown to resent and set her bags down on the marble floor. "I can't help it," she replied while pulling tissue paper out of one of the bags. "You know, being a billionaire CEO's wi..." "What billionaire?" I cut her off sharply, stepping toward her. "The same company, Hunt Enterprises, that you and I both know is about to collapse? Have you seen the news? Have you seen that Dorian's company is topping the market while you're here spending the little we have left?"