The Billionaire's Dangerous Obsession Mga Nobela at Kwento

Chapter Fourteen: The Billionaire's Fall A cold focus settled over Zhedya as he reviewed the file. The target: Nicholas Chan. A billionaire on the surface, a monster underneath. The man secretly funded a human trafficking ring that preyed on young girls. Zhedya felt no pity, only a dark, thrilling excitement. He loved taking out predators. He knew Chan’s schedule, his habits, his favorite hotel. The RuRohal skyscraper, where the billionaire was hosting a secret, after-hours gathering. Tonight, the party would end.

I glanced up at the man I'd bumped into and gasped when my eyes met his icy dark green pissed-off ones, my heart kicking up a bit faster. Belshar Nessar Abed; the rumored heartless killer billionaire with Mafia ties and every company in Hartford rivalry. His gaze slowly took in the damage my red wine had done to his white shirt before they came to land murderously on me. I gulped because it was so intense, that it stole the breathe right out of my lungs. Was he going to kill me?

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.

He’s her captor, her nightmare wrapped in the guise of a savior. He isn’t just any billionaire—he’s the billionaire. Tall, imposing, with dark hair and piercing blue eyes that seem to see right through her. He has it all: money, power, and a presence that makes people feel small in his shadow. The door to his office is slightly open, enough for her to see his assistant moving about, but not enough for her to catch a glimpse of Noah. He looks ridiculously handsome, as usual. She’s been told he is still in a meeting. Of course. Making her wait is part of the game, a reminder of his control. She exhales, glancing nervously at the clock, willing herself to stay calm.

“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

"There are lots of articles about him. 'Leonardo Ferri announces new acquisition.' 'Leonardo Ferri donates to hospital.' 'Leonardo Ferri named billionaire of the year.'" They fell silent as the words sank in. The bad man was rich. Very rich. Rich enough to buy hospitals and companies and probably entire buildings. Rich enough to do whatever he wanted. "Is that why Mommy is scared of him?" Chloe asked quietly. "Because he's so powerful?"

The Billionaire's Secret Obsession Claimed by My Best Friends Dad Hope fell hopelessly in love with the billionaire Ashton Greenspan, but their love is forbidden because he is her best friend's father. Despite the potentially disastrous consequences, she ventures into a dangerous game of seduction with the man who makes her sigh. With his muscular physique and dazzling fortune, Ashton becomes her irresistible obsession. Will they be able to overcome the barriers of love and find happiness together, or are they destined for a life of secrets and deceits?

Alexander rested back in his chair, turning his fingers in a way that spoke of power and control. "Let's call it a mutually beneficial arrangement, Miss Grace." Emily’s mind started racing. This could not be good, Infact any offer from a billionaire with a ruthless reputation can never be a good sign. But the crazy large bill for his ruined suit was still there, a very obvious evidence of her current predicament. "What are you aiming at?" Emily asked cautiously, her voice barely above a whisper.

Grandma Reid defended. "You old...." "Stop!!!" Corbin thundered, scaring the people in the room, before he stood up abruptly. "Son" "Grandson" He didn't bother replying both of them, before leaving the room "Oh God, please touch his cold heart, I almost died of Hyperpiesis now" Grandma Reid said dramatically, having the other woman roll her eyes. CORBIN REID MANSION... Just looking at the mansion interior and exterior setting, would scream the status of the owner 'Rich, Fashionable, Cold' Ida thought, doing a secret through checking of the house.

"You should know, Mira, that you do not have a choice." "What do you mean by that?" I ask, my my stomach tightening in unease. His eyes are cold, so cold, I feel the temperature in the room drop by a few hundred degrees. Something's not right. "You see, Mira" he says in a dangerous tone. "I always make sure to be two steps ahead of my opponent every damned time, and it wasn't any different with you." He moves a chess piece on the glass board affixed to his desk. Dread descends on me, hot and heavy. Mason Lachlan isn't called the most dangerous billionaire in New York City just for the fun it. Something's definite up here.