Billionaire's Obsession Novels & Stories

Aaron’s POV There was nothing out of place: gold chandeliers, velvet curtains, polished marble floors that reflected literally everything in perfect symmetry. A bit too much, if you ask me, for a few awards and a pat on the back for billionaires. Of course, these people loved excess, and they fed on it. Billionaires-what a bunch of self-absorbed bastards who thought everything had to bend their way.

The Billionaire's Secret Obsession Claimed by My Best Friends Dad Hope fell hopelessly in love with the billionaire Ashton Greenspan, but their love is forbidden because he is her best friend's father. Despite the potentially disastrous consequences, she ventures into a dangerous game of seduction with the man who makes her sigh. With his muscular physique and dazzling fortune, Ashton becomes her irresistible obsession. Will they be able to overcome the barriers of love and find happiness together, or are they destined for a life of secrets and deceits?

And then, Leo looked up, meeting his gaze with the exact same piercing, pitch-black eyes that Adrian saw in the mirror every single morning. Adrian’s knees physically buckled. He had to reach out and grip the edge of a nearby medical cart to keep himself from collapsing to the floor. "Adrian, get out," Aurora said, her voice instantly rising, sharp and hostile. She stepped directly in front of the twins, physically blocking his view, her heart hammering so hard she could hear it in her ears. "Get out of this room right now!" But Adrian wasn't the man who listened to orders. He looked up, his face pale, his eyes completely bloodshot and shining with a thick glaze of tears. The ruthless, terri

With hearts filled with hope, they turned to face the world. PLOT 2 The Billionaire's Burden Jackson Reynolds had always been a man of control. He'd built an empire from the ground up, a tech behemoth that dominated the market. His life was a meticulously constructed edifice, each brick laid with precision. But beneath the veneer of success, a loneliness gnawed at him. He was a king without a kingdom, a conqueror without a world to conquer. His empire was vast, but his heart felt empty. Despite the constant clamor of business, the opulent lifestyle, and the adulation of the public, he yearned for something more. Something real.

A man well sculptured by God and perfect in every angle. "It's a lie. S..such men don't exist." I find myself talking with my voice slightly hoarse. "What do you mean it's a lie?! Look at this.. Multi-billionaire Wesley Cooper with a seven hundred billion dollars conglomerate that consists of companies, enterprises, hotels and resorts, industries and corporations all around the world... One of Earth's most eligible and droolworthy bachelor.. American's number 1. Playboy.. Businessman in the day.. Devil in the night..

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.