Billionaire's Obsession Novels & Stories

It was like crawling hands on my skin, which creeped me the fuck out. With a slight shiver, I turned my back to them and leaned my elbows on the huge, wide mahogany front desk. I mean, the West family was rich, rich, because who on earth had a front desk in their family estate? Even the whole building itself sprawled as far as my eyes could reach. Yeah, they were a different kind of wealthy. Which was why it made absolutely no sense for Daniel to steal my company like he did. While we were making some steady growth in my company, it was nowhere near what the Wests had built. And that meant Daniel shouldn’t lack anything.

But now sitting here in my penthouse overlooking Billionaire's Row in New York City, I'm bored. Countless half-naked women dance around me, swinging bottles of champagne, white powder under their noses, kicking up their expensive heels at my men, who cheer them on. Just another cold, soulless display of my power. My wealth. Imade this happen. Ibuilt this. AndI'mthe reason I'm falling apart from the inside. Anton, my number one, walks over to my chair, waits respectfully, then speaks. "It's Seth Rossi again. He can't cover this week's interest."

I just got back with Xavier; meeting a new love interest is not a good idea… Amara wanted to cry. Instead, she forced a smile at her grandfather. “I don’t know if you’ve heard of him, but he’s the youngest billionaire, the new face of the business industry, young and intelligent…” And the moment he spoke again, Amara almost choked and fell off her chair. “Mark Xavier Peralta, have you heard of him, Amara?”

Alexander rested back in his chair, turning his fingers in a way that spoke of power and control. "Let's call it a mutually beneficial arrangement, Miss Grace." Emily’s mind started racing. This could not be good, Infact any offer from a billionaire with a ruthless reputation can never be a good sign. But the crazy large bill for his ruined suit was still there, a very obvious evidence of her current predicament. "What are you aiming at?" Emily asked cautiously, her voice barely above a whisper.

She was getting married to Adrain Knight, billionaire heir, the notorious playboy and narcissistic sociopath. He was one of the richest and most eligible bachelors in the country and now the blogs are calling her “the gold digger of the century” for snatching him off the market regardless of the fact that she is way below his league. The hate on her on social media was so strong, her phone has been left off for days now. Here she was getting married to a sociopath and a menace to the society and she was the one being hated on. “OMG, you look so beautiful sis!” Her sister screamed bringing her out of her bed of thoughts.

into my left ear. The Adonis who fucked with my senses within a few seconds and had no idea he did a thing took a gulp of his drink. His Adam's Apple bobbed twice and I was too entranced to not look. He dropped the now empty glass and held a finger to ward the bartender off like he Goddamned owns the place. How controlling these rich men are. From the looks of it stranger here is one of the sinfully rich dudes that Bipasha plan corporate parties for. One wonders how she doesn't have a few babies if she actually caters to people who look like this. He's all sin and seduction without making a single move.

“I filter what I tell the public. As far as they are concerned, I like rock music.” “Do you?” “A little?” “What else do you hide from the public?” “A lot.” He glanced at me and his blue eyes shone as a streetlamp passed over us but it's the way they went dead immediately we were thrown into darkness that made me swallow. I looked away and ate another spoon of ice cream. “Who's always in control? The Beast or The Billionaire?” “Both.” He said without hesitation. “Come on. There has got to be a dominant.”

Mark said, "I can and I will. Unless you pay me. I will doctor this video and put the blame on you." "Oh, oh - okay, how much do you want?" Hazel asked, stuttering. Mark smirked, "A million dollars." Hazel gasped, "A million dollars? That's insane. I don't have that kind of money." Mark said, "You're lying. You're dating the C.E.O of a successful company. You live in a mansion. You wear expensive clothes and jewelry. You have access to his bank accounts and credit cards. You have plenty of money."

They both knew he could have gone on explaining instead but Senator Ilobi had always liked to pretend he was in a conversation with his only son even if in reality, he was just giving out orders, orders that had also been laid out to him by his wife. Karis humored his father. "Why would I need to get engaged tomorrow sir?" His father nodded as if he had been expecting the question. "Jean St. James -- he's the man that is running against me. He is not oy a political rival, but he has started opening businesses to rival the Hamilton group of industries, and in all our cities too. He has opened a bee farm in Ottawa, a ranch in Texas, he is currently building a hotel just opposite our own here i