Billionaire's Obsession Mga Nobela at Kwento

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

"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."

They implied that she traded one billionaire for the other. My jaw clenched so hard that I thought I heard a crack. I opened the next article. ‘TWO BILLIONAIRES, ONE WOMAN’ Then another. Every single one was worse than the last. It went from saying she only came to me for popularity, then it translated to her getting the best of both worlds, then they tied this news to the one the previous day where Elena and Serena had been exchanging words. I didn’t even think. I threw my mug across the room instinctively. It shattered against the wall but it did nothing to calm me down.

She was sure if she looked closely, his skin would have no pores. The elevator stopped on the 20th floor and Rose got off, waving her hand at the man. A colleague of hers saw them and bowed his head in greeting towards the man who simply ignored him. Jake, her desk neighbor and colleague pulls her into the office, his face all excited for no reason. "What were you doing in the private elevator with the President?" Rose's bored eyes lit up with surprise when she heard him talk. "That man is the President?" "You didn't know?" He clicked his tongue. "Figures. Seeing as you are always so serious with work, you don't know the gossip around. President Zeke Freeman, unmarried, sexy as sin, a billio

She shoots me a dirty look over her shoulder. "He's by far the hottest man in the entire world. I'm sure you know that." I roll my eyes at Vanessa's antics and collapse on the sofa beside her. "Why on Earth would a sane human being convert an entire diamond mine into a helipad lounge?" It honestly doesn't make any sense to me. Vanessa's eyes are still glued to the TV. She barely pays me any attention. "The kind that is worth a bazillion Dollars, darling. Mason's a billionaire. He can afford it."

Leaning back into my chair, I asked softly, “Do you know what happens to men who steal from me?” “I didn’t steal…” “...twenty thousand dollars missing,” I cut in with a calm voice. “And the supplier in Marseille suddenly goes AWOL right after you call him? That’s not a coincidence.” Slamming his hand against the table, he yelled, “You think you’re untouchable because you wear the Ledger name? You’re nothing, just a spoiled heir who inherited his father’s kingdom!” His voice echoed across the glass walls and I felt my patience snap like a taut wire.

"One hundred and forty million. They’re calling you a visionary in the press. Behind closed doors? They’re calling you a liability." ​I didn't look up from the blueprints spread across my desk. I kept my compass steady, marking the perimeter of my new empire. "If you’re here to offer a post-mortem on my financial decisions, Mr. König, you’re late. The check has already cleared."

"It’s the only way a girl of her pedigree can experience luxury. Through a glass case, under heavy guard." ​I sat perfectly still. I didn't retort. They were right. I was a Harrington by name, but my bank account was a graveyard of debt and hospital invoices. In this room, where money was the only language spoken, I was mute. ​The auction Masterpieces were paraded across the stage... statues, paintings, and jewelry that shimmered with a blinding, aggressive wealth. But as the night wore on, I noticed something. My eyes, sharpened by years of looking for value in the ruins of my own life, began to spot the cracks in the glamour.

“I’ve been planning to start my own company here in the States. A tech-investment firm. I want you in as my partner.” Braxton’s brows lifted slightly. “You trust me with that?” Aiden shrugged. “I trust your brain for money. Not your social skills, but your brain? Absolutely.” Braxton’s smirk returned. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” “It wasn’t,” Aiden shot back. Then he looked at me, grinning. “You see what I deal with? Imagine him during university—cold, arrogant, and always making professors cry.” “That sounds accurate,” I said.