The Billionaire Dangerous Obsession Novels & Stories

Clover's POV If falling in love was a crime, then I was undeniably guilty, guilty of falling hopelessly for my boss, a man already engaged to another. I had always believed I wasn't the type to lose myself to someone like him: cold, untouchable, and dangerously magnetic. But ever since I began working as a maid in the sprawling Hanson mansion, I had found myself spiraling deeper into this forbidden obsession. As I sat on the edge of his massive king-sized bed, I clutched his pillow tightly to my chest, burying my face in it and inhaling deeply.

The man who now sits at the top of a billion-dollar company no longer has time to play pretend tea parties with me. And the worst part? He looked completely unfazed by the fact that he had just caught me half-naked, reading smut. He leaned against the nightstand, staring right at me with his white button-down shirt rolled up at the sleeves and that expensive wristwatch, which I had sworn I would steal. His dark eyes swept over me once, lingering just long enough to make heat crawl up my neck, before flicking down to the fallen book. “I see you have got an interesting taste in literature,” he smirked.

"I'm on an undercover counter-terrorist operation. I wouldn't normally frequent a bar like this but I'm under observation right now by a cell of terrorists who think I'm a rich arms dealer and are here right now, checking me out before they approach me. I was due to meet a female operative here tonight and pick her up as if I were an international playboy just to confirm my cover. After all why would a beautiful young babe want me unless I were filthy rich?" Claire shuffled even closer to him as he put an arm around her to pull her nearer. He continued. "Unfortunately the contact has had an unforeseen accident on the way here and can't make it. All the other female operatives on call tonight

How I wish he was here to tell me all this was some sick imagination or dream. But ghost doesn't speak. “Who is he?” I asked, my eyes still fixed outside the window. She didn't answer. I didn't expect her to. She even dressed better than I did. “I deserve to know.” A long silence, then, “Was a man with influence, power and money.” “I believe that's not all to tell about him.” She sighed this time, irritated. “He was a billionaire. Cold, private and dangerous, some say.” My breath caught. “Dangerous?”

Kayden—my deputy CEO and the only person I trusted not to make a complete ass of himself while running my company—had practically dragged me here after we'd closed a multi-billion-dollar deal with one of China's biggest tech firms. According to him, deals like that deserved a celebration. Personally? I would've celebrated by going home and getting eight hours of uninterrupted sleep. Apparently that made me boring as fuck. So...Here I was. On nights like this, Gigi usually kept me company. Sometimes she'd dance for me. Sometimes we'd make out. Nothing serious. Neither of us was stupid enough to mistake convenience for feelings. But tonight she'd sent someone else. Someone I'd never seen befor

Conclusions third because conclusions without the first two were just opinions and Maya had a deep personal distrust of unsupported opinions even her own. The facts came out rapidly. Charles Dick was a Zillionaire. His identity had been deliberately withheld from public record for years. He had come to The Harlow as a professional exercise, Lumière as an acquisition target, Vivienne as the subject of that assessment. He had concealed this for the entire duration of their relationship. He had also, within that same duration, apparently fallen in love with her, signed a document that put his entire empire at risk, and laughed when he signed it.

the older nurse said, "are you serious right now? You don't know one of the top richest men in the world? Jass Ashford?" ​"I... I just met him on the road," I stammered, wincing as Doctor Shin began flushing the raw blisters with cool water. "He just... stopped." ​"Duh," the younger nurse chimed in rolling her eyes with a playful smirk. "You're just playing being humble. Guys like that don't just stop on a dark road for random people. His security detail is legendary. They don't let anyone within fifty feet of his car." ​"She's right," the older nurse added leaning in a little closer.

He yanked me back and held me against his bike, his torso pressing against my chest, the soft hum of the bike vibrating against my thigh as the wind hit me softly, sending chills which contrasted with the anger brewing in me. “Because, Jordan,” he drawled teasingly, like he was enjoying the game he created. “You still don't get it, do you? You don't get the fact that you're in LEA, and moving about freely on those pretty legs of yours is dangerous, Firefox. You think smiling and laughing with everyone is safe? Fuck that, Jordan,” he spat non-stop. “No one here is nice. No one likes you. Everyone has skulls in their fucking cupboard and is a wolf in sheep's clothing. Don't fall for them, Prin

The scent settled warm and sweet against my skin. I raised my head the moment I heard the door open wider. In the reflection of the mirror I saw him step inside—Victor, his tall frame filling the doorway for a second before he moved further into the room. A slow, cold smile touched the corner of my mouth when it hit me right. Yes. It’s definitely going to be him. My perfect armour. My executioner. "Cara’s husband—Felix Beaumont-Wells, the CEO of BW Group."

HAZEL "I don't get it. If we're talking about the same criminal then why not just put the suspect behind the bars?" I almost screamed in frustration. No body said anything. Right. I took my jacket and stormed out. What the fuck is wrong with them? Just because the suspect is related to the country's biggest billionaire, we can't let him go. Damn rich people. I fucking hate them. "Hey princess, calm down." I heard the familiar voice. I snapped my head and found Justin walking out with two cups of coffee in his hand.