Billionaire's Obsession Mga Nobela at Kwento

"I stumbled into a living nightmare." "What nightmare? I swear, our brains are wired completely differently," she says, shaking her head in utter disbelief. "You stumbled into the ultimate jackpot." She grabs my arm tightly with both hands, leaning in. "Noah—the most gorgeous, hyper-successful, most wanted billionaire of our generation, whose name lives on the Forbes list—is completely obsessed with you. He literally just handed you seventy days of himself wrapped in a medical miracle for your son."

I shoved it into her hands. “I don’t eat from the same plate twice,” I said. I opened the car door and threw her out. She screamed, “Are you serious?” I drove off as if nothing happened. Driving through the streets of California early in the morning, I thought about the life I had. Being a billionaire and the son of one had its benefits—and its costs. So many privileges, so many responsibilities, so many demands. But I lived the good life. Luxury, power, influence, dominance.

“After I found this piece, I did a little exploring. Turns out Manhattan is full of pop-up spaces like this. Temporary exhibits. Private collectors. Short-term displays.” He glanced back at the painting. “You know,” he added with a smirk, “people like you. Wealthy. Egotistical. This city runs on you. It’s an entire ecosystem.” His grin widened. “A fucking jackpot.” “Good for you,” I said simply. “I’ll fund the initial investment in honor of that.” His grin flashed brighter for half a second before fading just as quickly. “Did you know Anna’s been doing business with the Morrettis?” My attention sharpened instantly.

The bright, red light rolls through the floor numbers at what feels like a snail's pace. “Obsession?” he snorted. “The only thing that I’ve ever been obsessed with is money. The word you’re looking for is curiosity. You see, Azure Blackwood is an enigma. I’ve heard plenty about him, and nothing at all. I’ve tried to dig into his past, hell, even the past of Finnick Gray, but it’s almost as if neither of them existed to the world before Blackwood Industries shot to the top. He refuses investors, turns down contracts that could make him millions, and yet,” he steps forward again, and my breath hitches. “He seems to have always been smitten with you.”

Every student he passed instinctively moved out of his way, terrified by the fury radiating off him. He was Xyrius Dale f*cking Smith—a multi-billionaire, from the most influential and powerful clan in all of Asia. The grandson of Guillier Morreti Black, one of the most feared mafia leaders in the continent. He got what he wanted. No one said no to him. "Babe!" "Xyrius!" He didn't bother turning around when someone called him. He just rolled his eyes. He wasn't in the mood for flirting. "Babe!" Emma shouted angrily, grabbing his arm.

“I don’t think I know.” She could see it now the ruthless businessman in him taking over, the man who built an empire from the ground up and refused to let anyone tear it down. But there was something else there, too. A dangerous edge. A side of him she hadn’t fully seen before. And she wasn’t sure if she should be afraid of it. Naomi’s phone buzzed again, and she swore under her breath. “It’s already spreading. The stock market is reacting.” Damien barely blinked. “Let it.”

And when she didn’t pay attention, he disturbed her at the mansion, but unfortunately, it was Yza who got hurt. Those are his obsessions, business, revenge, and women. But he has never shown any interest in a woman to the point of pursuing and guarding her. Why the hell did he when he saw Yza? He even managed to buy a condo unit in front of her apartment just to see her every night when she was still not in his mansion.

Having a CEO stand outside a mall in New York wasn't something you saw everyday. “That's Liam Blackwood. I hear he's a real hot shot.” “Well he certainly looks like it. What is he doing there? Waiting for his girlfriend?” “He doesn't have girlfriends, Jane. Like all rich men, he has whoever he wants without personal attachments.” I glanced up at the two girls who were openly gossiping about me when I was less than three feet away, and they scurried off, giggling. I let out a low sigh. Mother. “Oh there you are my little pumpkin!”