Billionaire's Obsession Novels & Stories

the henchman answered. "The fuck do you mean by that? Your orders were the billionaire, not his woman, for Christ's sake!" A voice from behind chimed in, another familiar voice. "The girl saw my face. We couldn’t leave her. Besides, her family is probably loaded, so it’s a win-win." That was a lie, I never saw a face, it was intentional. "Win-win? Did you say win-win? The fuck is wrong with you? It’s already hard enough that we took the country’s golden prince; now we have to deal with her too?"

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.

Cary’s was a bludgeon – domineering, volatile, a series of shouted orders. Lochlan’s was a scalpel – polite, reasoned, veneered in impeccable courtesy, but a decision made unilaterally for ‘your own good’ was still a decision made without you. I knew this. I’d sworn off billionaires for this exact reason. There’s no such thing as a sweet, unassuming billionaire. They’re all, at their core, used to being in charge. And the attendant baggage – the Vanessas and Sorayas of the world, the stalkers, the vengeful exes, the constant danger – was a price I was no longer willing to pay.

Micah echoed, his brow arching in skepticism. "She was grieving," I pressed on, desperately trying to convince myself of the corporate, sterile narrative I had forcefully fed to Thea hours ago. "She was beautiful, she was entirely dependent on me, and I lost my goddamn mind. I crossed a line that never should have been crossed. I let a physical obsession compromise a multi-billion-dollar empire and put her directly in the crosshairs of her vulture relatives." "Right," Micah said slowly, clearly not buying a single syllable of my self-flagellation. "Because Stellan Vaughn, the man who bankrupts rivals for sport, is known for losing his empire over a simple physical itch."

Bishop mumbled softly. I didn't flinch, I only stared at the bundle on my lap, admiring the cleanliness of the new currency. This is exactly what I'm talking about. I want to start making cool cash like these, throwing bundles wherever I go, but I can only achieve that through one-way—and that's to work at Wet Nights. I knew one-day I was going to be a billionaire and here comes the opportunity. At this point, I won't disagree with anyone who calls me an obsessed or desperate freak, I really don't care.

What will happen if the simple yet comfortable life of yours will be ruined because you fell in love with an Infamous Mafia Boss and suddenly You became his only Obsession? Will you run and hide or Stay with the Dangerous Treacherous Billionaire Infamous Mafia Boss? Running and Hiding is not an option for Crizette Muller, after the accidental bumped with the Most Eligible Bachelor Billionaire, the owner of 'Wolkzbin Monarch Enterprises, Mr. Ezekiel Duke Wolkzbin.

He will expand and make this one of the biggest accounting firms in the world, without the help from his father! “Was there anything else?” He asked his assistant, raising an eyebrow. “No, no sir, sorry. That was all.” She turned around to walk out. “Can you please bring me a coffee on your way out, thank you.” Gemma went to close her door as she needed to gather herself after what had just happened. WHAT had just happened?? Gemma thought to herself, as she sat down again, her legs shaking. What was he doing? Playing with her? She would show him that she wasn't 'easy' and she would most definitely not let him treat her that way. She wasn't one of those girls that threw themselves at his feet

A visible smile flickered across her lips, as she took a furtive glance at it and returned his gaze at him. "Thanks dad" she replied. "Do you really love him, or did he bully you into accepting his proposal?" He asked with a worried expression on his face. "Why do you think so?" She was shocked and curious as she stared at the worried old man. "That young man is a multi billionaire. I know at least eleven William Olsen owned enterprise in the city, one of which I worked before I became a cop. Some of these billionaires threaten young girls into marrying them and end up messing with them because the have the money and no one dares to challenge them" He exhales, looking away from her. Her eyes

"Killian, listen to yourself. This isn't love. It’s an obsession. A clinical, dangerous fixation. You’ve been down this road before. It’s going to start affecting everything around you. Your business, your reputation, your sanity." "This time is different," I growled. "This time, I have it under control. I’m not going to let every other thing suffer because of my fixation on her. I can balance it. I can be the CEO, I can be the father, and I can be the man she needs." Caleb didn't argue. He knew that when I spoke like this, the obsession had already won. He picked up his glass, staring at the amber liquid for a long moment, then gulped the entire contents in one go.

right before I shattered. I read about him during slow periods—discreetly, on my phone behind the circulation desk. Articles from Forbes, Bloomberg, a few older profiles that called him “the ghost of Los Angeles finance.” Youngest self-made billionaire in the state. Ruthless in boardrooms. Invisible in tabloids. No scandals. No girlfriends photographed on red carpets. Just power. Quiet, absolute power. I was fucking a billionaire.