Billionaire's Obsession Novels & Stories

If only they knew what he said to her. “Listen, I know I shouldn't have hit him, but he deserved it!” They both stared at her as though she said something ominous. Katrina walked up to her with so much anger in her eyes. “Do you know the guy you hit is the most powerful and influential Mafia billionaire in the whole of Southampton?” At that moment, Paula panicked. She missed her step and staggered backwards. No way, it can't be that she's gotten herself into a deeper trouble.

Grandma Reid defended. "You old...." "Stop!!!" Corbin thundered, scaring the people in the room, before he stood up abruptly. "Son" "Grandson" He didn't bother replying both of them, before leaving the room "Oh God, please touch his cold heart, I almost died of Hyperpiesis now" Grandma Reid said dramatically, having the other woman roll her eyes. CORBIN REID MANSION... Just looking at the mansion interior and exterior setting, would scream the status of the owner 'Rich, Fashionable, Cold' Ida thought, doing a secret through checking of the house.

I snapped. His jaw tightened briefly before relaxing again. “I’m trying to save you from him.” A bitter laugh escaped me immediately. “All billionaires sound the same,” I muttered while finally managing to shove myself partly away from him. “Every single one of you thinks money and obsession equal love.” Something dark flickered briefly across his face at that. “You think I’m like him?” he asked quietly. “I think you’re worse,” I answered honestly.

Offending the two billionaires would be not a good plan for him, especially Bill Sky. He was just so obsessed and desperate to get all the money and wealth he could get as his illegal businesses were not doing well. Aside from that, it was not good enough to sustain his luxurious life. He had his ambition to be the wealthiest person in the city and around the world and he was getting it tonight by hook or by crook. Since he failed to put his trust in Trishia to do the move, Sen. Meyer had only himself to achieve what he wanted. “Okay!” Sen. Meyer clapped his hands loudly. “Let’s get the party started!” Sen. Meyer sat back on his throne-like chair.

The thing with being extremely wealthy is that everyone wants to have something to say about you. It seems as if their two cents matter —well public opinion does matter in the grand scheme of things— but this generation has made it an unwritten rule to always have their eyes on the rich. It’s an obsession people these days use in order to get through their shitty lives. An evasive obsession. Art of escapism? “Mum did you call me this morning because of the loads of nonsense these tabloids have to say about me?” King spoke with a glint of unbelief in his voice.

They were all wealthy and powerful businessmen with wives either forty pounds heavier than when they'd first tied the knot to do justice to any sexy lingerie, or simply, the spark was gone. As I crawled to the center of the stage, I noticed through my blurry vision, the Mysterious billionaire. As usual, he was sitting alone in his rented boot as he observed me intently. The word I’d use to describe him was…‘odd’. He has never danced with anyone; he merely sat in his booth throughout the night and stared at me, watching my every move. Sometimes, I got the insane thought he was some sort of serial killer who preyed on vulnerable women. If such was the case, he is simply wasting his time.

he answered. “The TV host?” “Yes,” he said and nodded. “And you and Layla are good friends?” “Yes,” he confirmed without hesitation. “Wow!” he quipped with seemingly genuine fascination on his face. “Of course, we won’t be talking here if she’s not close to you.” He paused and exhaled and stared at him with a bit widened eyes, like he couldn’t believe that Ambert was in front of him and they were about to talk. “I am in awe of billionaires,” he confessed. “I do, I really do. Rich people are my idols, and my goal is to be one.” He chuckled. “Billionaires are powerful people, I know that for sure.”

A man well sculptured by God and perfect in every angle. "It's a lie. S..such men don't exist." I find myself talking with my voice slightly hoarse. "What do you mean it's a lie?! Look at this.. Multi-billionaire Wesley Cooper with a seven hundred billion dollars conglomerate that consists of companies, enterprises, hotels and resorts, industries and corporations all around the world... One of Earth's most eligible and droolworthy bachelor.. American's number 1. Playboy.. Businessman in the day.. Devil in the night..

“Ahhh. That explains the look on your face. Spill. Now.” I narrated everything to her, spilling my guts about what happened today. “WOW!” She exclaims, leaning back in her seat, taking a sip of her wine. “He’s interested in you.” “Then, he has a funny way of showing it.” “I live to see this hate unfold into something else,” she said, a mischievous light sparking in her eyes. Typical Anastasia. “Whatever.” I taunted her. “This guy is a billionaire, Demetria — not just running hotels and casinos here in L.A., but across states, across countries. He practically owns the playgrounds of the rich.”

I feel like this is something that Kaiden even can do by himself, I don't know why he is hiring me to do his baby job for him. I was finally inside the mansion with a lot of billionaires, both old and young, giving hypocritical smiles and glances at each other. I know how they do it, all these stinking rich people will come together as though they love and have each other's best interest at heart, when all of these is just for business transactions and making deal. Billionaires are more hypocritical than I thought. I hate being around them, because that means smiling whenever they want me to smile. I hate taking orders from them.