Billionaire's Obsession Novels & Stories

With hearts filled with hope, they turned to face the world. PLOT 2 The Billionaire's Burden Jackson Reynolds had always been a man of control. He'd built an empire from the ground up, a tech behemoth that dominated the market. His life was a meticulously constructed edifice, each brick laid with precision. But beneath the veneer of success, a loneliness gnawed at him. He was a king without a kingdom, a conqueror without a world to conquer. His empire was vast, but his heart felt empty. Despite the constant clamor of business, the opulent lifestyle, and the adulation of the public, he yearned for something more. Something real.

"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-"

I argued, crossing my arms. Joseph held my shoulders and shook me slightly, as if he wanted to bring my reason back with the act. "Hello, daisy! Wake up," he said in a brusque tone. "The Ashton family is one of the few that can be said to be billionaires in Brazil. Do you have any idea what it's like to be a billionaire in Brazil? Now imagine what it's like to be a billionaire in Brazil in the year of a global pandemic. Can you imagine? So. That's what Flynn Ashton is.”

Everyone was curious about this mysterious and absurdly wealthy buyer. The hashtags #BillionaireBaby and #RichestLiveShopper trended almost instantly. Jenna laughed gleefully. "Look at that! I'm trending for spending too much." Kelvin peeked over her shoulder. "What did you buy now?" "Just a few gifts for the employees. And some extras." "How much is a few?" "Over a billion," she said, sipping her juice casually. Kelvin's jaw dropped. "You spent a billion?!" Jenna winked. "Well, if the old man wants to destroy me, I might as well have fun while I'm at it."

I muttered. “Strategist,” he corrected. Later, as a random series played in the background, I turned to him. “I saw the company’s stock rose ten percent already.” He let out a long sigh. “Billionaires are twisted people. The moment they think something scandalous is happening, they start throwing money like it’s a sport.” I chuckled. “So you’re saying chaos is profitable?” “Apparently. I just hope it stabilizes soon so I can stop lying to my parents.”

Slamming my butt on the comfortable settee, I decide to take a cruise around this cottage to deflect my fusses from my nightmare. This monster's accounts must be overflowing with cash. Given the luxuries glamouring his private properties, and what his dirty businesses earn him daily, he is a filthy Trillionaire fuck of a bastard! Rich in money! He is a stinking-to-high-heaven hyperbole, but the poorest of all at heart. What a pity! That aside because I will never feel sorry for this son of a bitch whatsoever, but what does he plan to do with all this wealth? I mean, the idiot doesn't even care about his own child. So, what is the need for all the efforts he makes to diversify his evil empire

Just when I need him, he disappears. "Just keep tracking Finn and find out who his previous clients were. Maybe we can get some information on them," I demanded. "Sure thing, boss," he smiled at me sarcastically. Tsk. Maybe if Finn and those dangerous people hunting us didn’t exist, our lives would be more free, and I could bond openly in public with my family and friends. Everything we do is always done in secret. Still, being a billionaire isn’t so bad. You can buy what you want at any time and anywhere. Many rivals want to bring down the world's most powerful and wealthy because they don't want you at the top. Some individuals, such as Finn, turn to illicit ventures in an attempt to rise

His reflection stared back at him in the glass wall of the war room—suit, eyes, a man of power and obsession. “Soon,” he whispered. "Very soon, Henry. You can’t hide forever.” And with that, the billionaire set his plans into motion. The chase had begin.

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.