Billionaire's Obsession Novels & Stories

Lila walked down the hallway on shaky legs, heart racing. Her billionaire employer had just fucked her raw in the master bedroom… while his daughter called out for him on the baby monitor. The obsession was growing darker. And she was completely hooked.

"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

Immediately a clap of thunder made the room shudder. This was where I knew it would get interesting, I wasn't surprised by the name Hawkins called on, Dante Melendez was your typical—tall-fine—looking young billionaire who was probably in his 30s, and was also among the people of timber and caliber who donated to the Havard University, apparently it wasn't only Havard but other prestigious universities and high schools also.

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."

Me in that silver dress, standing far too close to Alexander Lancaster. His hand was at my waist. I remembered the moment his touch, the confusion in his eyes. And now it was plastered across the internet. The headline was bold and cruel: **'Nichole Adams Caught in Scandal with Billionaire Alexander Lancaster — Betrayal Runs in the Family?’** My stomach dropped. “Oh God…” Claire exhaled slowly. “It’s already everywhere. T*****r, gossip sites, even some business pages.” I took her phone, scrolling through the comments.

This was further inclination that I was knee deep in shit that I didn’t know how to handle. “That should teach you to keep your fucking mouth shut,” he growled taking a step back. “Your stupid tricks won’t work on me.” “What tricks? I haven’t even done anything.” “The ones you use on everyone. You managed to get a filthy rich billionaire obsessed with you. I wonder if your pussy is made of gold or some shit because that’s clearly the only thing he is interested in. You have the personality of drying paint.” “That’s not what you were saying when you asked to go out with me repeatedly.”

In the vast living room, Leonard sat on a sleek black leather couch, one leg crossed over the other, a glass of whiskey in his hand despite the early hour. His white shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, revealing a hint of his toned chest, and a black Rolex gleamed around his wrist. Across from him, a middle aged man sat at the edge of his seat, his face tight with anxiety, while two massive bodyguards stood behind him, their expressions blank. “Leonard, I promise I’ll pay the debt soon. I just need more time.” Leonard raised an eyebrow, swirling the amber liquid in his glass before taking a slow sip.