Billionaire's Obsession Novels & Stories

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.

I bellowed, raising my wine glass high. Hawk, Asher, and Delt mirrored the motion with bright smiles on their faces. “Cheers, Boss.” When I raised my eyes to the windows, they reflected my red-rimmed eyes. Ignoring it, I focused on the girl who had been pestering me for a dance. I grinded against the girl while my other hand fondled the tits of a woman who was half-drunk and fully thrilled to be near me. “Thirteenth richest man under forty,” the media said. “Youngest billionaire to legally dominate an entire metropolitan empire.”

If this blows up and people recognize you, then it will be good for business. "That's not the kind of reputation I want to have. Anyone who sees that would assume I'm one of those cheap girls who sleep with millionaires." "Billionaire actually." Lola said and got a sour look from Gabby. "What? If you're going to say it then say it right. The man has a whole empire, several mansions, the most successful company in this state. I wouldn't mind if someone took a photo of me sneaking out. Like hell, I'd even do it myself. "

"If he's smart, he'll retire to Greece and enjoy what's left of his money." I shook my head. "I'll never understand his obsession with more money. He's risking everything he's built. Eighty-four years. It's pure greed and selfishness." “Do you know what, Blair? It's not always greed and ambition that drives wealthy men to get richer.” “Then what?” I questioned. His jaw rippled. “Not every rich man started off that way.”

"We just need your signature on the final acquisition papers." Cillian didn't move. He sat behind his black obsidian desk, his tailored charcoal suit fitting his broad shoulders perfectly. To the world, he was the youngest billionaire in the country’s history—a cold, calculating genius. They didn't know that beneath the silk shirt, his skin was burning. The moon was nearing its peak, and his inner wolf was restless, pacing behind the bars of his self-control. Thump-thump. Thump-thump. Cillian’s head snapped toward the mahogany doors. His heart stopped. He didn’t just hear the heartbeat coming from the hallway—he felt it in his own chest.

My turbulent thoughts crash into Andrei's gaze, and it's like the whole world has come to a standstill… Those gorgeous brown orbs are igniting a fire… down South. “Why now?” he asks with a smirk, his eyes taunting me as he strides closer, “What's gotten into you? We're in the middle of a storm, and here you are, wanting to throw caution to the wind and dance in the rain.” What's gotten into me? I've lost my mind. The evidence? My obsession with a certain billionaire CEO. It's like I've been infected by some sort of love bug, a disease that's eating away at my common sense and leaving nothing but a trail of reckless, head-over-heels infatuation in its wake.

"I just want to have a concrete answer to my question Tricia... please answer it!" "Well, there are many perks once you become a billionaire. You can do whatever you want with your money like travel anywhere and buy all the things that you want. But still, that ain't the main reason why I am so obsessed with Carlo-" "Then what is that thing you like about him that you don't see in me?" "Well, there is something special in him that I found so addicting but I cannot describe what is that thing. All I know is that, he makes me happy!"

I muttered, my cheeks burning again. “It’s not an insult. It’s a practical observation.” He sighed, a faint hint of exasperation finally coloring his tone. “I am thirty-two years old. My family, particularly my mother, believes my sole purpose now is to provide her with grandchildren and secure the ‘dynasty’.” He said the word with palpable distaste. “The blind dates have become… relentless. They are a distraction I can no longer afford.” I just stared at him, trying to process it. The most elusive billionaire on the planet, a man who could buy and sell small countries, was being hounded by his mom to settle down. It was so bizarrely, hilariously human that it was almost believable.

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.