Novel & Cerita The Billionaire's Obsession

"I’ll be back before you know it. Take care of yourself while I'm gone, Chairwoman." ​Before Vivian could process her overwhelming flood of questions, Oliver turned and walked toward a sleek black SUV waiting at the curb. ​Thirty thousand feet above the Mediterranean Sea, the quiet hum of jet engines filled the cabin of a Gulfstream G650. ​The interior was draped in dark leather and polished walnut. Oliver sat near the window, his soft gray sweater replaced by a bespoke, navy-blue Italian suit that emphasized his broad shoulders and commanding presence. He swirled a glass of twenty-year-old scotch, looking every bit the ruthless, untraceable Ghost Billionaire.

I stared at him, my eyes widening as I realized who he was. There was only one man in the city who had an alleyway to himself. Zavian Nolven. The man who ruled with unrivaled authority over most of the corporations in the city. He was a billionaire, but what he was most known for was his ruthlessness. There were even rumours that he was part of the Mafia. I suddenly remembered rumors about people going missing after using his alleyway. Could those rumors be true? Was that what was going to happen to me? He let the silence stretch until it tangled around me like a noose, every second making it harder for me to breathe.

She had run cold from all his sugar coated talks. Clarke had been engulfed with euphoria that Rachel was leaving him to enjoy his youthful exuberance to the fullest. He had pretended as though he would miss his wife just so that Rachel might feel the energy through the phone and think all was well with her husband. “....an unholy opportunity to insert your penis in everything that wore a skirt” Rachel grumbled to herself as she cuts the call, flings the phone violently,not minding if it gets shattered. She is a billionaire.....duhhhh....replacing phones should be a minute job.

I have a date today i can't do that maybe tomorrow. Alicia had spare time on her hands so she decided to update her ‘ how to bag a billionaire’ journal on Alexander Kings .She wrote ‘ the man is almost impossible to crack , seems to have no feelings and the strictest of all the billionaires she met . He seems to have no social life and is a workaholic , apart from him having no record of him having a woman on his life online there's no such evidence of him having a woman in his life in reality too._’ . She closed the journal with a thump wondering if she should quit by the way she had already had Dylan and Dimitri activity chasing her and she would probably agree to officially be in a relati

"Keep using my power to crush them. Because every time you do, it reminds me that I finally found someone worth burning the world for. I looked at our reflection in the glass the billionaire and the heiress, surrounded by the ruins of a corporate empire and the riches of a king. I wasn't just a guest in his life anymore. I was the architect of his obsession.

“Ahhh. That explains the look on your face. Spill. Now.” I narrated everything to her, spilling my guts about what happened today. “WOW!” She exclaims, leaning back in her seat, taking a sip of her wine. “He’s interested in you.” “Then, he has a funny way of showing it.” “I live to see this hate unfold into something else,” she said, a mischievous light sparking in her eyes. Typical Anastasia. “Whatever.” I taunted her. “This guy is a billionaire, Demetria — not just running hotels and casinos here in L.A., but across states, across countries. He practically owns the playgrounds of the rich.”

That desperation was not love; it was obsession disguised as loyalty. So when his message came: “I am sorry to learn about this. Do you mind if I pay for it? I mean… I want to, so you could get treated.” I wasn’t shocked. Instead, I smirked, a soundless laugh pressing from my lips almost immediately. Predictable. That was the word. It was predictable, wasn’t it? I knew he would offer. I knew he would rush to send the money, hoping it would become his ticket back into my life. And truly, it was fair to admit that thirty thousand was little more than a scoop of money in his pocket, now that he was a billionaire.

I should have known right from the start, I mean, why would any billionaire be interested in someone as ordinary as I am? He gets a timid poor girl, makes her fall in love with him and then stalks her like a predator chasing a prey. He leaves hints to make them find out he’s a freak. And after she finds out the truth about his secret room, he... he... Kills them? Oh dear God...

“But I won’t deny it—he’s gorgeous as hell.” What was she talking about? I followed her gaze. Electric black eyes scanned the room. People turned to look at him as he entered. He moved through the crowded club with an air of superiority. Just like the first time he brought me here. A head-turning billionaire. A narcissistic billionaire who carefully guards his image. Magazines paint him as generous. A philanthropist. A donor. A man who runs an orphanage. Please. Even if the sea boiled or a volcano erupted, I doubt he’d spare a penny without purpose.

I couldn’t help the giddy smile that crept up my lips as I watched from the bottom of my glass. Caleb Fraiser. Hot tech billionaire and philanthropist. And my very private, very unaware neighbor. Broad shoulders, a stance that made him tower every person in a room. Or maybe that was just the air around him. A quiet authority. I'm pretty sure I've only heard a total of ten words in the three months that I've been here. That, unfortunately, only made him seem more mysterious. And I loved a good mystery. I might not usually concern myself with New York's finest elites, this particular man had my skin sizzling with thoughts I'd rather not say out loud.