Novel & Cerita The Billionaire's Obsession

Because suddenly the conspiracy wasn't targeting her anymore. It was targeting her children. And that changed everything. Absolutely everything. Across town, inside the luxurious Waore mansion, Obadiah sat alone in his private study. The old billionaire looked exhausted. Older than his years. A servant entered quietly. "Sir." Obadiah didn't look up. "What is it?" The servant hesitated. Then spoke carefully. "The hospital incident has been confirmed." The billionaire closed his eyes. Another death. Another failure. Another piece of the past returning to haunt him.

"Whoever she is, he's not giving up. It's been months." "That's kind of romantic," Lena said. "In a slightly obsessive way." "It's definitely obsessive. The guy's a billionaire CEO. He could have anyone. Why is he so fixated on one woman he met once?" "Maybe she mattered," I said quietly. They both looked at me. I shrugged and took a sip of my sparkling water. "She must have," Lena said after a moment. "For him to search this long. For him to hire an investigator. She must have been something special."

LISA'S POV "You- You're insane, Miguel!" I was shaking , sweating too under the sound of his voice. I could hear Chantel's little whimper every second. She was struggling to get away from him. Would he really go this far just to get his hands on billionaire money? I knew I was interested in it too but this was just topping the charts. "And you're delusional if you think you can score that billionaire for yourself," he mocked. "Wake up, Lisa!" he suddenly growled. "We steal, wipe them clean and bounce. It's all we've ever done-"

She was sure if she looked closely, his skin would have no pores. The elevator stopped on the 20th floor and Rose got off, waving her hand at the man. A colleague of hers saw them and bowed his head in greeting towards the man who simply ignored him. Jake, her desk neighbor and colleague pulls her into the office, his face all excited for no reason. "What were you doing in the private elevator with the President?" Rose's bored eyes lit up with surprise when she heard him talk. "That man is the President?" "You didn't know?" He clicked his tongue. "Figures. Seeing as you are always so serious with work, you don't know the gossip around. President Zeke Freeman, unmarried, sexy as sin, a billio

She was getting married to Adrain Knight, billionaire heir, the notorious playboy and narcissistic sociopath. He was one of the richest and most eligible bachelors in the country and now the blogs are calling her “the gold digger of the century” for snatching him off the market regardless of the fact that she is way below his league. The hate on her on social media was so strong, her phone has been left off for days now. Here she was getting married to a sociopath and a menace to the society and she was the one being hated on. “OMG, you look so beautiful sis!” Her sister screamed bringing her out of her bed of thoughts.

Pain flickered through his eyes, but he didn’t look away. "It’s complicated—" "Stop saying that!" she shouted. "Stop pretending like I’m too fragile to handle the truth. I’ve stood by you through everything, Damien. Through secrets and scandals and threats I never asked for. But this?" Her voice cracked. "This feels like betrayal." His expression twisted, and for a moment, the ever-calm billionaire looked like a man on the edge of collapse. “It was never supposed to reach you. My father set that up before he died. A deal. One last cruel move to control me from the grave.”

Because when desire becomes obsession and power becomes intimacy, Macy must decide whether she’s rebuilding her life… or surrendering it to the one man capable of ruining her completely. A dark billionaire romance filled with obsession, power imbalance, betrayal, and dangerous desire, where love isn’t gentle, and survival comes at a cost. PROLOGUE I learned the sound of failure long before I learned how to ask for help. It came at exactly 2:17 a.m. Not in screaming headlines, not in flashing cameras, not even in the accusing voices of strangers. It came as a quiet, insistent vibration against my palm. One notification. Then another. Then ten more, stacking so fast my chest felt like it might

Curving my lips, I laughed out loud, but in the end and when the night came, it felt like all my passion and thirst for bloodshed melted like that of ice, as I found myself in the middle of two choices and in the middle of my hatred and greed. "I would give you anything, company, riches..." Popping into my head, the billionaire's voice started to echo deep within me. "Why go through all the stress, why don't you take all his money and leave the asshole alone, since after all you have two men to yourself, two men that would gladly come falling to your feet and worship you.... Two men that would fuck and treat you like the queen you are... A thought popped in the second after. "No, you can't l

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Leo whispered, scratching itchy hoodie, "we will be happy in penthouse later, with no mold, but with memory of mold. Like your parents happy in penthouse now with memory of instant noodles. Mold is our instant noodles." "Do you think our baby will hate billionaires too?" Rose asked, hand on still-flat stomach, false alarm last month but now trying for real? No, not yet, art school first. "Our baby will hate billionaires but have £240B and two buildings for strollers. And will wear Primark under Dior. And will say No as first word, like your brother." Rose laughed, kissed him, itchy pajamas rustling. Outside mold flat window, in Shoreditch rain, two black Bentleys parked far, with two billion