Billionaire's Obsession Novels & Stories

“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.’”

In her place stood Aria Laurent—art consultant, European educated, mysterious enough to be intriguing but respectable enough to be trusted. "Of course not," Sophia said, clearly not believing her. "No one's interested in a billionaire under forty who looks like he walked off a magazine cover." *A billionaire whose family destroys lives without consequence*, Isabella thought. *Whose father drove mine to suicide and never lost a night's sleep over it.* "I heard he's looking for a wife," Isabella said casually, swirling her champagne. This was the opening she'd been engineering for months. "Something about his grandfather's will?"

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.

The man who now sits at the top of a billion-dollar company no longer has time to play pretend tea parties with me. And the worst part? He looked completely unfazed by the fact that he had just caught me half-naked, reading smut. He leaned against the nightstand, staring right at me with his white button-down shirt rolled up at the sleeves and that expensive wristwatch, which I had sworn I would steal. His dark eyes swept over me once, lingering just long enough to make heat crawl up my neck, before flicking down to the fallen book. “I see you have got an interesting taste in literature,” he smirked.

Combined with your history of obsessive behavior, they paint quite the disturbing picture. Sophia, darling, you'll want to pay special attention to the financial forensics. Did you know Derek's "successful development company" is actually hemorrhaging money? That his only major investor pulled out last month? Fascinating how he suddenly became so interested in reconnecting with the wife of a billionaire, don't you think?

"True dynasties require dedicated foundation work." The London rain continued its gentle percussion as Nathan proceeded to demonstrate exactly why he was considered Europe's most dangerously seductive billionaire. Each caress, each heated glance, each moment of perfect understanding between us reinforced the precious truth of our connection – that we had found something transcendent in each other's arms.

The clear water touching her hand against the large glass in front of her reflected Valerie's poor face. To be honest, even though she had a model mother who always gave her money, Valerie never used it to get rich or buy all the things she never had. "Isn't all this too much? But why am I even afraid to meet the billionaire who is my boss? Is it just my hunch that there is an ulterior motive?" Valerie was talking to herself. This was something that continued to haunt Valerie and even carried over into her sleep.

The engagement was still on, but he never answered anything. "Tonight, you take care of that rat! I'm too lazy to get my hands dirty for a fool." "Yes sir!" they said as they went back to work; Jaxon, the wealthy businessman, had managed to expand his sole proprietorship without the help of the big name of his family, who was already rich from his mother and father. Jaxon successfully founded his only company called, JV Corp. Even in the underworld, Jaxon is the Hand of the Machine. Jaxon can kill with just one slash on the head of his enemy. One person died with his head separated, so the underworld knew that it was the work of Mr J, who did not know his face.