The Billionaire Dangerous Obsession Novels & Stories

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... I don't know what to do anymore. I thought I had everything under control, but now... everything's falling apart." Mrs. Harris listened attentively, her heart aching for the man before her, so vulnerable in that moment of raw honesty. She guided him inside, closing the door behind them, and they settled into the chairs as Nathaniel began to share the turmoil that had been consuming him. The night wore on, but Nathaniel continued to pour out his fears, regrets, and uncertainties, Mrs. Harris provided a listening ear, a comforting presence, and the warmth of a mother's embrace. In that unexpected, late-night encounter, a bond between a cook and a billionaire was forged, one that transcen

"You must come now because your father is in debt with the VJ Group Company." "VJ Group?" It was the first time Scarlett had heard of this; who did her father owes money to? And how shocked Scarlett was when she saw her father's signature and three-fingerprint. Scarlett began to observe the file properly and find out the truth. Is it real or fake? But unfortunately, Scarlett's eyesight is genuine. "Okay. I want to meet the person concerned," Scarlett said. The men immediately took her, and Scarlett was shocked to see she was taken into a grand house.

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-pitched voice that masked the ambitiou

I whispered, trying to put myself back on the ground I used to stand on. I am afraid… that flying too high means falling in the worst case possible. Now, as Nathaniel looked at me with such raw emotion, I knew that something fundamental had shifted between us. I realized that maybe, just maybe, there was more to our complicated relationship than I had ever imagined. But then again… a billionaire cannot possibly fall in love with a poor woman like me. Delusions won’t bring me anything.

Danial ordered. Kimberly walked over to Danial and took a seat opposite him. Danial stopped his hand movements on the laptop keyboard, and now his gaze was focused on the woman in front of him. Danial took something from his drawer and handed it to Kimberly. "What is this?" asked Kimberly in shock as Danial handed her a check. "That's a check for you," Danial said. "Sa... a billion dollars?" squealed Kimberly. "Yes, I will give more than this but there are conditions," said Danial. "What?" "Marry me, and I'll give you five billion dollars." Deg ***

His power over her was terrifying, and she didn't know how much more she could endure. As night fell, she lay on the bed, her mind replaying the events of the day. The shattered photo, Dante's fury, his unsettling demand—it all haunted her. She couldn’t shake the image of the beaten man from her mind, his eyes filled with a silent plea. She needed to stay strong, to find a way out of this nightmare. But the more she learned about Dante, the more dangerous he seemed. She couldn’t trust anyone here, not even the maids. She was alone, trapped in a house full of shadows and secrets.

Watching her stare at the car in horror with her hand wrapped over her chest, I rested my back on the seat and prayed to whatever I believed in that everything tonight turn out right. Just like Chloe had described the Vitale mansion, it was massive and majestic. Tall, royalty-crafted with marble pillars and golden fixtures. A red carpet stretched across the entrance, and rich people, men in tuxedos and women in glittering dresses, walked around in a glamour of wealth.

“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.”

Pathetic. “By the way…” Cassian turned his head briefly scanning the room. “Where is Scarlett? I haven’t seen her since I got here?” I didn’t respond but my eyes darted to the entrance once again as I lifted my glass. “Looks like you haven’t either. My hunch was right then, you were waiting for her.” He grinned like a shark. “That’s not very typical of you. I’m amazed.” Bastard. “There’s something else to amaze you,” My gaze settled pointedly behind him at the angry female storming towards us. One of his many exes. This one was particularly sticky. Her father was a business partner so it meant crossing paths with her during occasions like these. Unfortunately.