Billionaire's Obsession Novels & Stories

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

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!”

"He's a man who inherited his ancestors' wealth. I heard his father's company went bankrupt, but a month later, he revived it. He's also a successful billionaire with branches in the Philippines and companies in other countries." Chelsie explained, admiring his business prowess. I nodded, impressed by his wealth and success, but he was the only one among them whom I didn't know well. "Perhaps your lack of knowledge about him is due to his reclusive nature. He operates discreetly and is rarely seen at public gatherings. There are rumors suggesting that he resorts to violence when consumed by his obsessions." I blinked. Obsessed? The guy had a kind face, so that seemed impossible. "Don't worry

LISA'S POV "You- You're insane, Miguel!" I was shaking , sweating too under the sound of his voice. I could hear Chantel's little whimper every second. She was struggling to get away from him. Would he really go this far just to get his hands on billionaire money? I knew I was interested in it too but this was just topping the charts. "And you're delusional if you think you can score that billionaire for yourself," he mocked. "Wake up, Lisa!" he suddenly growled. "We steal, wipe them clean and bounce. It's all we've ever done-"