Billionaire's Obsession Novels & Stories

"I stumbled into a living nightmare." "What nightmare? I swear, our brains are wired completely differently," she says, shaking her head in utter disbelief. "You stumbled into the ultimate jackpot." She grabs my arm tightly with both hands, leaning in. "Noah—the most gorgeous, hyper-successful, most wanted billionaire of our generation, whose name lives on the Forbes list—is completely obsessed with you. He literally just handed you seventy days of himself wrapped in a medical miracle for your son."

The memory of moaning his name while I came made my cheeks burn with shame all over again. I groaned loudly and ruffled my hair in frustration. “This is insane.” “He seems obsessed with you,” Stella said after a long pause, like she’d been turning the words over in her head. Laila nodded slowly. “I mean… It seems so fictional. He’s a billionaire- tattooed, tall, mafia- ” I glared at her hard. “That’s pretty fucked up,” she muttered, before she could romanticize it any further. Laila shut her mouth quickly.

A visible smile flickered across her lips, as she took a furtive glance at it and returned his gaze at him. "Thanks dad" she replied. "Do you really love him, or did he bully you into accepting his proposal?" He asked with a worried expression on his face. "Why do you think so?" She was shocked and curious as she stared at the worried old man. "That young man is a multi billionaire. I know at least eleven William Olsen owned enterprise in the city, one of which I worked before I became a cop. Some of these billionaires threaten young girls into marrying them and end up messing with them because the have the money and no one dares to challenge them" He exhales, looking away from her. Her eyes

Ida asked. "No.." Camilla pouted, snuggling into Callen's arms. Callen grinned "I told you it's called 'obsession," he said whispering in Ida's ear, as he watched her chuckling slightly in his arms. A light smirk played on Corbin's lips, as he watched the pair, he clenched and unclenched his fist "Why don't we find a table?" Corbin finally uttered. And in the next minute, they were already sitting around a table "How have you been Ida?" Corbin asked out of the blue, concentrating on his glass of wine.

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.”

“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.”