Billionaires Ceo Obsession Novels & Stories

Not now, not anytime soon. Being the billionaire CEO of ASOS, it was my top priority to take the company to greater heights, and closing this deal beautifully was one of them. Yes, I am a billionaire, my name has appeared in lots of magazines and newspapers as one of the best businessmen in the country, even in Forbes, although it gets old. But there was something these humans thought they could, figure out every part of my life, which obviously, they could not, there is just something they can never get, even in their many years to come.

She couldn’t deny his capability as a businessman. She had seen his strategies. He had built multiple multimillion-dollar companies, and even without his father’s influence, he dominated Wall Street like a king lounging on his throne. So what made someone like him step into a bet like this? “Obsession?” she asked, tilting her head slightly as she studied him. “I’m not like your other little whores who throw themselves at you, right? So this is just another thrill for you. Conquer the unconquerable?” she continued.

"One hundred and forty million. They’re calling you a visionary in the press. Behind closed doors? They’re calling you a liability." ​I didn't look up from the blueprints spread across my desk. I kept my compass steady, marking the perimeter of my new empire. "If you’re here to offer a post-mortem on my financial decisions, Mr. König, you’re late. The check has already cleared."

"I don't take betrayal lightly." With that, he stood up, reaching into his pocket. He pulled out a sleek black business card and handed it to her. "Call me when you have the money. One week, hija. That's all the time I can spare you." Jessa numbly accepted the card. It was glossy and black, with his name written in elegant gold lettering. Guiller Moretti CEO-President of Black Enterprise His contact number and address were also listed. Her lips curled into a bitter smirk when she noticed something absurd—he even had an official F******k page.

Digital expansion. I turned the company aggressive. Modern. Predatory. And it exploded. Within months, Crowe Enterprises expanded internationally faster than competitors could react. Then came the articles. Youngest CEO in the country. Business prodigy. The Crowe heir rebuilding an empire. But none of it satisfied me. Billionaire? Too small. I wanted power so enormous nobody could ever corner me emotionally again. I wanted to become untouchable. So I kept building. Kept expanding. Kept destroying competitors.

I started, choosing my words carefully, "that his ambition could be good for us. He pushes hard, but maybe that's what Willowbrook needs. A little... shaking up." Mom's eyes flicked to mine, a silent acknowledgment that she understood the undercurrents of my carefully neutral tone. Dad, however, missed the subtext entirely, his mind wrapped around the future of his life's work. "We don't want to lose what makes us special," he said, his voice tinged with the protective fervor of a founder. "Our company's heart, Ellie, it's not just numbers and growth charts."

“You sound like an old woman. Come on, Clara. We’ll just go for a bit—one drink, one dance. You might even find inspiration for your interview tomorrow.” I gave her a side-eye. “Inspiration? At a nightclub?” She grinned. “Inspiration or a rich man—same difference.” I couldn’t help laughing. “You’re ridiculous.” “I’m serious!” she said, pointing at me with her makeup brush. “This is New York—the city of miracles, money, and mistakes. You never know who you’ll meet.” “I already know who I’ll meet,” I said. “My future boss. Elias Thorne—billionaire CEO, known playboy, and rumor has it he fired his assistant because she brought him coffee that was ‘too sweet.’”

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.

He said. "You want to buy a new one, that fast?" I asked, looking surprised. I remembered when my Dad was still alive, our TV got faulty, and it like weeks before my Dad was able to repair it, but Mavis, it's not even up to twenty four hours his TV got smashed to the ground, and he is already ordering another TV, which might cost thousands of dollars. "Money isn't my problem, Denise" He said, and that's when I remembered that I am married to a billionaire, who is the CEO of one the most popular food companies in America.

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.