Billionaire's Obsession Novels & Stories

It looked like something straight out of a movie—perfect, almost unreal. I couldn’t help the awe that escaped my lips. “Wow…” I breathed, still staring in disbelief. “I didn’t know that being a doctor with a family in business could make someone this rich.” The words slipped out before I could stop them. The place was so grand, so beyond anything I’d ever known, that I could hardly process it. Killian chuckled softly, the sound oddly comforting, but his tone carried a hint of modesty. “Of course,” he said, almost dismissively. “But this isn’t my fortune. It all belongs to my parents. So don’t get too amazed.”

Hello my lovely readers. Thank you for giving my book a chance. Constructive criticisms are welcome and in short, believe me when I say I appreciate you all. Hope you enjoy! The Billionaire's Obsession Ciara Mendes As I glanced at the mountain of pending work, I found it impossible to focus on the article I had begun two days prior. With the deadline looming at the end of the week, the pressure was palpable—I knew my boss wouldn't hesitate to hold me accountable if I failed. Beverly Florence, the striking founder of Flare Magazine, was a familiar name in L.A.'s business circles, known not only for her beauty but also for her disingenuous smiles and high-pitche

It is hard to have justice when we are poor while our opponent is wealthy because they can easily buy something they want with just their money. Yeah, money is everything. I somehow agree because even not material things, rich people can buy everything. Everything they want and they do not care about anyone anymore because they were too driven by their wealth and their needs. I believe that people would not care about others anymore and they will be heartless when they have everything and they will let wealth and money drive them away crazy. What a saddening truth. "You are thinking deep," Kiel ruined my moment of thinking. I chuckled and sipped on my water. I then looked at him with a faint

"Century gold-digger. Give him an Oscar." "How much are you willing to wager that he's signed a pre-nup? Oh wait, there ain't no 'nup'!" "He's not in love with him, he's in love with the AmEx Black Card. Wake up, people." "#TheBillionairesLover is about to pass out. Guess the price of authenticity is pretty steep, huh?"

right before I shattered. I read about him during slow periods—discreetly, on my phone behind the circulation desk. Articles from Forbes, Bloomberg, a few older profiles that called him “the ghost of Los Angeles finance.” Youngest self-made billionaire in the state. Ruthless in boardrooms. Invisible in tabloids. No scandals. No girlfriends photographed on red carpets. Just power. Quiet, absolute power. I was fucking a billionaire.

She noticed hoe her palm had suddenly become sweaty was he always like this? Charles was abit upset because Tyler of all people knew not to let soe he had never met before ransark his office. He had clearly stated how he wanted someone different , someone completely different from his previous assistant .Thelma was great at her job, she was the previous assistant , an ideal assistantknew what to do at every point until it fell apart. She had fallen inlove with him , he was sure she was a sweet girl , one a lot of men would pay a price to get but he never imagined being romantic towards her or maybe other of his employee, was not something he held sacred , just something he never thought abou

I knew he would refuse, that he would see it as another form of control or an attempt to buy him. I let him keep that small piece of mundane worry; it was what kept him tethered to reality. I left the house feeling the cold mountain air purify my lungs. I got into the car and, as I drove back to my life of appearances, I realized that although I was the man with billions, it was Kyle who held all the keys. When I entered my penthouse, the silence that used to suffocate me seemed, for the first time, less hostile. I tossed the keys onto the console table and sank into the armchair, staring at the New York skyline.

he muttered before taking up a small briefcase that was lying on his bed. Aiden was a billionaire who, even though he had a family fortune, worked his way up until he was now one of the richest developer/real estate consultants in the entire state. He liked having fun, but he liked being in charge more. Being a boss gave him a sense of rush and excitement that no other feeling in the entire world could match. He was the type of man to turn heads wherever he went, and he wasn't ashamed of it. He basked in the glory of being that powerful. Women would flock to his feet and he would pick, choose and refuse whomever he wanted at that moment.

He had revived the company and become a billionaire due to very smart business decisions. Darien assumed that he had overcome the darkness in his life until he became clear how lonely he was despite all the money and adoration. He couldn’t date who he wanted for fear of negative public opinion. He was trapped in a gilded cage of his own making. The billionaire thought of Zach again and that boosted his mood. He was on his way out of the darkness. With that in the mind, he sped through rereading all of his past works and took out his notebook.

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.