Billionaire Ceo's Obsession Novels & Stories

She couldn’t deny his capability as a businessman. She had seen his strategies. He had built multiple multimillion-dollar companies, and even without his father’s influence, he dominated Wall Street like a king lounging on his throne. So what made someone like him step into a bet like this? “Obsession?” she asked, tilting her head slightly as she studied him. “I’m not like your other little whores who throw themselves at you, right? So this is just another thrill for you. Conquer the unconquerable?” she continued.

I knew he would refuse, that he would see it as another form of control or an attempt to buy him. I let him keep that small piece of mundane worry; it was what kept him tethered to reality. I left the house feeling the cold mountain air purify my lungs. I got into the car and, as I drove back to my life of appearances, I realized that although I was the man with billions, it was Kyle who held all the keys. When I entered my penthouse, the silence that used to suffocate me seemed, for the first time, less hostile. I tossed the keys onto the console table and sank into the armchair, staring at the New York skyline.

​The moment he had heard Chloe bragging that Spring was actually coming to the lounge, a dark twisted excitement had taken over his brain. He had deliberately pulled Winter onto his lap. ​He wanted to show Spring her place. He wanted to remind her that it was an incredibly miraculous blessing that she even got to hold the title of his wife for two years. With his terrifying wealth, status, power—there were thousands of stunning high-class women desperately trying to claim him. ​He wanted to devour her right in front of Spring's eyes to see her reaction. ​But instead... ​August gritted his teeth, grabbing a paper towel to wipe the blood off his hands.

I expected him to be more focussed on profit – but then, perhaps it’s a front as I imagine he has to have meetings like this all the time, and wants to give the impression that we’re a caring corporation. We go from the office to a car that’s waiting outside, and again I’m in for a surprise when he gets into the driver’s seat. I fully expected that he would be the chauffer driven type. I hate to admit it, but the level of comfort in his overpriced leather heated seat sportscar was exquisite. I spent as little as I could when buying my little citycar so that it didn’t impact too much on my savings schedule. I hate to see the stark difference that money makes. “The restaurant we’re going t

She noticed hoe her palm had suddenly become sweaty was he always like this? Charles was abit upset because Tyler of all people knew not to let soe he had never met before ransark his office. He had clearly stated how he wanted someone different , someone completely different from his previous assistant .Thelma was great at her job, she was the previous assistant , an ideal assistantknew what to do at every point until it fell apart. She had fallen inlove with him , he was sure she was a sweet girl , one a lot of men would pay a price to get but he never imagined being romantic towards her or maybe other of his employee, was not something he held sacred , just something he never thought abou

I rolled my eyes, "Why would dangerous men be looking for me because I'm trending?" "Not because you're trending," he paused and added, "Because you're slowly coursing through the business world." "Let me show you how this works," he continued, "In this business world, every CEO wants to be the number one leading company. They're always trying hard to overtake each other and clinch the first spot." "It's that difficult, and then there's you who just got to New York and is already holding the biggest share in one of the companies and will soon hold another in the Davis'."

Sitting at my desk, I felt like hitting my head on it. I'd all but propositioned a complete stranger that I had quickly become obsessed with. I found my self willing her to reply, re-reading what little contact we have already had. I'm pathetic. I've worked hard to build my billion dollar empire, I have several research facilities, labs and dispensaries, properties that range fom modest and affordable to luxurious and down right extravagant. I'm the director of several charities and own hotels and restaurants and yet here I am, losing my mind over a beautiful girl.

I remember our manager informing us about this certain customer. The man right here was described as " The Most Notorious Billionaire Of America ". He owns multiple casinos bars in Las Vegas, but that is not even half his empire, he is the CEO of one the leading company with multiple branches all around the world. Surrounded by wealth, he has a high temper and attitude. He dates the most famous models only. That is what the paparazzi have posted. and what did I do? I tumbled a 85 degrees Celsius hot soup right on him. Wait a minute, rich people wear expensive clothes! That 3 piece suit must be the work of the most famous designer, rich people don't expect anything less.

“I don’t care much for the news, except if they’re about stock markets and exchange rates. The gossip doesn’t faze me one bit.” “Wild business entrepreneur, and the CEO of Vilarez Enterprises is a man every woman wants to have, but sadly, he cannot be tamed,” she continued, utterly disregarding my words. “Will the CEO remain as he is, untamed and dashing, or will he find someone who will control his inflamed desires that devours everyone around him?” “That’s utter bullshit, Dessy. You know that. And you shouldn’t be believing everything you see in the media at this rate,” I shot back, anger simmering in my veins.

The elite party with the twelve powerful men and the mysterious Master marked a turning point. After that night, our anonymous platform exploded with requests from the upper echelons—CEOs, hedge fund kings, tech billionaires, and even a few politicians who valued discretion above all. We never turned down the right offer. The money flowed in like a river, paying off every debt, filling our closets with designer lingerie and heels, and turning our home into a pleasure palace. But more than the cash, it was the addiction that gripped us now. We were never ready to stop. The hunger only grew.