Billionaire's Obsession Novels & Stories

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!"

"If they ask why a billionaire from the city suddenly fell in love with a girl from Ashbrook?" Kaelen leaned down slightly, his grey eyes locked onto hers with the exact same raw intensity she had felt back in the boardroom. "Then we give them the only narrative they are guaranteed to believe." "Which is what?" "A narrative of absolute, unavoidable obsession," Kaelen murmured, his voice sending a sudden, dangerous shiver straight down her spine. "We tell them I saw you, and I simply refused to let you go."

I couldn’t help the giddy smile that crept up my lips as I watched from the bottom of my glass. Caleb Fraiser. Hot tech billionaire and philanthropist. And my very private, very unaware neighbor. Broad shoulders, a stance that made him tower every person in a room. Or maybe that was just the air around him. A quiet authority. I'm pretty sure I've only heard a total of ten words in the three months that I've been here. That, unfortunately, only made him seem more mysterious. And I loved a good mystery. I might not usually concern myself with New York's finest elites, this particular man had my skin sizzling with thoughts I'd rather not say out loud.

I was naked, covered in his scent, and entirely marked by his body, while he was already back to managing his empire. I listened carefully to his low murmurs from the other room. He was talking about a security breach at one of his logistics facilities near the docks. It had nothing to do with my stepmother or Julian, but hearing him talk about millions of dollars in cargo made the space between us feel like an ocean again. In this penthouse, behind closed doors, he used me like a man obsessed, tearing through my body until I couldn't think. But the second that phone rang, I became invisible. I was just a hidden obligation, a dangerous secret that could ruin everything he had built if the wr