The Billionaire Dangerous Obsession Novels & Stories

A flicker of something… obsession, possession, hunger passed through his expression before the cold mask returned. Elena’s cheeks burned. She hated how aware of him she was. The width of his shoulders. The way his suit stretched across his chest. The quiet power radiating from him. This man wasn’t just a billionaire. There was something darker underneath the expensive clothes. Something that made her want to run and lean closer at the same time. “You have twenty-four hours to decide,” he said, leaning back again. “Sign, and your sister’s future is secure. Refuse…” He let the silence finish the sentence.

Chapter Four Thorne Rocco I sat in the VVIP suite, taking in the scene below. I had just opened my new club, Silent, and it was already becoming the hottest spot in the city. It was part of a new investment I had made upon returning from my time in Italy. I was eager to see if it would be as successful as my other ventures. "I heard you and Annabel broke up," Enzo said, swirling the wine in his glass. "What happened?"

No Billionaires. “Is this about Rule #1?” Kim asked. Her guilt was gone and replaced with narrowed eyes and a frown. Wow, she shifted through emotions like a NASCAR driver shifts through gears after the green flag was waved. “Yes, it is.”, hissed Celine. Of all the billionaires, Sebastian Gale was the most dangerous. The last time, she saw him she was having her heart ripped out of her chest in the parking lot of her old penthouse. Where she saw her husband trying to inhale his mistress’s tonsils the night her mother died. And she wanted to keep that as the very last time she ever saw Sebastian Gale. There was still a chance to avoid him if she hurried.

"After eight months of making you all see this my way, you still doubt it? I thought we were just coming here to finalize not–" “You move product through ports that attract heat," Mateo cut me off, pulling the cigar from between his lips. "We don’t need that kind of attention.” “You already have it,” I replied coolly. “You’re just pretending you don’t.” Daniel scoffed, his fingers tapping on the table with impatience. “You’re younger. Ambitious. You're no new person to us, Enricho. You're a dangerous man. Why should we bind ourselves to someone who might drag us into wars we didn’t start?”

“He’s making his move.” The name hit me like a punch to the gut. Gregory Pierce. Another billionaire with his sights set on Dominic’s company, someone whose presence I had been dreading for weeks. Gregory was no stranger to ruthless tactics. He was the kind of man who thrived on competition, whose business strategies often bordered on unethical. But what truly made him dangerous was his ambition—unlimited and never satisfied. He’d set his eyes on Dominic’s company for a while, and now it seemed he was ready to strike. “Damn it,” I muttered under my breath. “What’s he doing?”

I mutter, heading for the door. “Sophia , this isn’t going away,” my mother calls after me. “You’re meeting Dante tomorrow. Like it or not, this is happening!” I don’t respond. I slam the door behind me and walk down the dimly lit street, the cold November air biting at my skin. Liam . Clara. And now Dante, this mystery billionaire I’m apparently destined to marry. My life feels like it’s spiraling out of control, and I have no idea how to stop it.

He's a top member of the Mafia clan and is part of the people who called the shot, as Linda had told her. Shit, she should have asked the woman if he was even the one who had struck the idea of hiring her or hiring himself as her assistant to watch her just like the watchdog he was. She better not call him that if he was present, or else she would be dropping dead just as he did with Mr. Fernando with no emotions whatsoever. Wasn't he even more devious than Blake Knight, as he had always claimed Blake was more dangerous? How dangerous could Blake be? He seemed like a pretty nice billionaire throughout her stay in his house. Hell, his place felt peaceful, unlike here.

Damien Vale—stone-hearted billionaire, man who claimed he couldn’t feel—had just admitted the unthinkable. And that made him more dangerous than ever.

“Whatever happens next, you need to get out before the fallout starts.” “And if I don’t?” His silence terrifies me more than any answer could have. “Dante.” He finally looks at me fully again, something dark flickering behind his expression. “Then you’ll be standing too close when the entire thing burns.” A chill races down my spine. Because for the first time since meeting him, I realize Dante Ricci might actually be dangerous. Not in the reckless playboy way I first assumed. Not in the charming billionaire way the tabloids romanticize. No. Dangerous in the kind of way powerful men become when vengeance has been sitting inside them for years, molding itself into obsession. And somehow, desp

Bene walked back in and made his way to the desk, dropping the note in front of Daemon. “Everything checks out. w She’s living with some billionaire, they’ve been together for a couple of weeks now. We were able to get pictures of them having dinner and at a couple of gala parties. We’re still digging to find out what she’s done with the money but at least, we have her location now.” “This billionaire boyfriend of hers, what sort of a man is he?” Daemon asked. “Reports say he’s into oil and gas and he made his fortune through it and that means he’s a dangerous man, they all are.”