The Billionaire's Obsession Novels & Stories

I snapped. His jaw tightened briefly before relaxing again. “I’m trying to save you from him.” A bitter laugh escaped me immediately. “All billionaires sound the same,” I muttered while finally managing to shove myself partly away from him. “Every single one of you thinks money and obsession equal love.” Something dark flickered briefly across his face at that. “You think I’m like him?” he asked quietly. “I think you’re worse,” I answered honestly.

I bellowed, raising my wine glass high. Hawk, Asher, and Delt mirrored the motion with bright smiles on their faces. “Cheers, Boss.” When I raised my eyes to the windows, they reflected my red-rimmed eyes. Ignoring it, I focused on the girl who had been pestering me for a dance. I grinded against the girl while my other hand fondled the tits of a woman who was half-drunk and fully thrilled to be near me. “Thirteenth richest man under forty,” the media said. “Youngest billionaire to legally dominate an entire metropolitan empire.”

He was the kind of man who didn't ask for power; rather, he took it. And now I was caught in his storm. I sat in bed, with my curtains closed, as I watched the muted TV as headlines scrolled at the bottom of the screen, and they were all versions of the same lie. The Billionaire's New Fiancée: A Redemption Arc Or Revenge Plot? We were all confused They didn't know the half of it. Neither did I. The next morning, I walked to the balcony in Killian's dress shirt and no pants. The city was still buzzing below. The air was crisp, the sky overcast, but I welcomed the quiet

Those were things I did in my teenage years and had stopped after a while. “How do you feel about Nero?” She asked. “I don’t even want to talk about it. I obviously have feelings for him that he will never reciprocate." I stated, finally coming to terms with my reality. “Come on, S. No. He is obsessed with you. Have you ever seen a billionaire plan a party? He bought the entire hotel for your celebration and even bought the magazine for me.” I was confused for a moment. “What are you talking about, Lily?”

I shoved it into her hands. “I don’t eat from the same plate twice,” I said. I opened the car door and threw her out. She screamed, “Are you serious?” I drove off as if nothing happened. Driving through the streets of California early in the morning, I thought about the life I had. Being a billionaire and the son of one had its benefits—and its costs. So many privileges, so many responsibilities, so many demands. But I lived the good life. Luxury, power, influence, dominance.

And that was my fucking problem, and what about her? This was still so new to her. I've had weeks to deal with my obsession. She's had days. But something inside me screamed that I had to move and move fast. There was something way the fuck off about Clifton Sanders, and waiting for the report to be completed was gonna drive me nuts. The thought of him hurting her in any way destroyed me. How could anyone seek to crush a Blossom? How could her beauty, both inner and outer, not sway him? Was the man fucking blind, or was his hatred of his own daughter so deep he couldn't see reason?

They both knew he could have gone on explaining instead but Senator Ilobi had always liked to pretend he was in a conversation with his only son even if in reality, he was just giving out orders, orders that had also been laid out to him by his wife. Karis humored his father. "Why would I need to get engaged tomorrow sir?" His father nodded as if he had been expecting the question. "Jean St. James -- he's the man that is running against me. He is not oy a political rival, but he has started opening businesses to rival the Hamilton group of industries, and in all our cities too. He has opened a bee farm in Ottawa, a ranch in Texas, he is currently building a hotel just opposite our own here i

I argued, crossing my arms. Joseph held my shoulders and shook me slightly, as if he wanted to bring my reason back with the act. "Hello, daisy! Wake up," he said in a brusque tone. "The Ashton family is one of the few that can be said to be billionaires in Brazil. Do you have any idea what it's like to be a billionaire in Brazil? Now imagine what it's like to be a billionaire in Brazil in the year of a global pandemic. Can you imagine? So. That's what Flynn Ashton is.”

Only the clatter of cutlery and the soft hum of the AC can be heard. “My friends and I are organizing a charity gala tonight, and I want you both to attend,” he says, pointing his index finger at the two of us seated at the table. “I think it’s time to let my friends and associates know the Davidson future is safe, and worth their money if they invest in us.” My heart flutters. My chest tightens. I’ve never been to these kinds of things before. I don’t fit into the billionaire world. Not only that, but I’ve always been a contented girl. If not for my father’s insatiable quest for wealth, maybe I’d be on a vacation right now—right next to Barry.

In the vast living room, Leonard sat on a sleek black leather couch, one leg crossed over the other, a glass of whiskey in his hand despite the early hour. His white shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, revealing a hint of his toned chest, and a black Rolex gleamed around his wrist. Across from him, a middle aged man sat at the edge of his seat, his face tight with anxiety, while two massive bodyguards stood behind him, their expressions blank. “Leonard, I promise I’ll pay the debt soon. I just need more time.” Leonard raised an eyebrow, swirling the amber liquid in his glass before taking a slow sip.