The Billionaire's Obsession Mga Nobela at Kwento

And then, Leo looked up, meeting his gaze with the exact same piercing, pitch-black eyes that Adrian saw in the mirror every single morning. Adrian’s knees physically buckled. He had to reach out and grip the edge of a nearby medical cart to keep himself from collapsing to the floor. "Adrian, get out," Aurora said, her voice instantly rising, sharp and hostile. She stepped directly in front of the twins, physically blocking his view, her heart hammering so hard she could hear it in her ears. "Get out of this room right now!" But Adrian wasn't the man who listened to orders. He looked up, his face pale, his eyes completely bloodshot and shining with a thick glaze of tears. The ruthless, terri

Nolan Vale has no heart. That is what he tells himself every time he seduces a target, steals a secret, and disappears before the sun rises. Known only by his codename, Ghost, he is the most valuable asset in an organization that does not exist on paper, trained since childhood to become whoever a mission requires him to be. His newest assignment should be simple. Infiltrate the Blackwood empire. Get close to the twin heirs who built an unshakable dynasty on the bones of their enemies. Extract the truth buried beneath their fortune. Walk away before anyone learns his name. But Alistair Blackwood, the Ice King of New York, does not simply fall for beautiful strangers. He collects them, stud

"Well, I’m offering you a way out. Marry me instead of Sophia. In exchange, I’ll give you a controlling share in the Harper Hotel chain." For a second, he just stared at me — assessing, weighing, calculating. "You’re serious," he said finally, a glint of admiration flashing behind those cold eyes. "As serious as a heart attack," I said, smiling sweetly. He leaned back, studying me like a chess master sizing up an unexpected opponent. “Well, Miss Harper, in case you didn't notice, I’m a billionaire. The richest one in this country, to be exact," he said casually. "As tempting as your offer sounds... I want something more."

Irish asked. She doesn't like the man, she could vividly remember how he had always approach her to satisfy his sex urge. How she hated him. "Babygirl! Aren't you excited?Our boss is so kind to give you such offer" Ella asked. "I can't be yet, cause i don't know what's going on? You mean the billionaire is our ex boss? And he suddenly appeared to solve my problem. Why does he want to help me?Did you tell him anything?" Irish asked.

He must have a plan, a deadly plan for her, and she was falling for his plan. He stood back on, returning to the squatting position he once was. Likewise, he had to sustain this treatment. Because he’d to use her to get what he wants. “It’s true.” They turned to know who speaking to them. “…he’s Wesley. Everything he’s told you is true. He’s a billionaire in San Francisco.” “Dr. Moscow…?”

Me in that silver dress, standing far too close to Alexander Lancaster. His hand was at my waist. I remembered the moment his touch, the confusion in his eyes. And now it was plastered across the internet. The headline was bold and cruel: **'Nichole Adams Caught in Scandal with Billionaire Alexander Lancaster — Betrayal Runs in the Family?’** My stomach dropped. “Oh God…” Claire exhaled slowly. “It’s already everywhere. T*****r, gossip sites, even some business pages.” I took her phone, scrolling through the comments.

Sitting at my desk, I felt like hitting my head on it. I'd all but propositioned a complete stranger that I had quickly become obsessed with. I found my self willing her to reply, re-reading what little contact we have already had. I'm pathetic. I've worked hard to build my billion dollar empire, I have several research facilities, labs and dispensaries, properties that range fom modest and affordable to luxurious and down right extravagant. I'm the director of several charities and own hotels and restaurants and yet here I am, losing my mind over a beautiful girl.

My turbulent thoughts crash into Andrei's gaze, and it's like the whole world has come to a standstill… Those gorgeous brown orbs are igniting a fire… down South. “Why now?” he asks with a smirk, his eyes taunting me as he strides closer, “What's gotten into you? We're in the middle of a storm, and here you are, wanting to throw caution to the wind and dance in the rain.” What's gotten into me? I've lost my mind. The evidence? My obsession with a certain billionaire CEO. It's like I've been infected by some sort of love bug, a disease that's eating away at my common sense and leaving nothing but a trail of reckless, head-over-heels infatuation in its wake.

“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.’”

"True dynasties require dedicated foundation work." The London rain continued its gentle percussion as Nathan proceeded to demonstrate exactly why he was considered Europe's most dangerously seductive billionaire. Each caress, each heated glance, each moment of perfect understanding between us reinforced the precious truth of our connection – that we had found something transcendent in each other's arms.