The Billionaire's Obsession Novels & Stories

how could I refuse? He doesn't listen. He's younger than her by twelve years, and a little fucked up too. They'd be a perfect match for each other. Also, the one hundred and fifty million dollar building he gifted me played a part in convincing me. I am absolutely looking forward to grilling my little fucker of a brother. And getting a taste of his wife while I'm at it, married or not be damned. Allera is an exception to my ironclad rule about women. Should I be worried? Maybe. Do I care? Hell no.

Why? Well, I had no idea. The only thing I knew was that he was the grandson of the well-known multi-trillionaire business tycoon, Leonard Pierce. I breathed out and did as she instructed. As soon as the elevator opened, I was greeted by a warm smile. It was a young man, probably in his early thirties, clad in a sleek black suit. He had brown, messy hair, and the way he smiled at me made my knees weak. He was handsome.

“So, this was your intention all along? You wanted to toy with my family just to corner me, so I'd be left with no choice but to run to you and sign this stupid shit, but guess what? I'm not signing it, you old fuck! You'd have to find another desperate guy to satisfy your fucked up, sexual twisted fantasies because it definitely ain't me!” Neither his smirk nor his calm and relaxed composure ever faltered, and that made me even more pissed. Fucking, sick psycho faggot! I keep saying it, billionaires are the most disgusting and twisted creatures on earth, and this one right here just proved it. “Very well, then.” He said in a cool tone, unfazed. “You can leave.” “You bet I will!” I shot at h

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.

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.

Offending the two billionaires would be not a good plan for him, especially Bill Sky. He was just so obsessed and desperate to get all the money and wealth he could get as his illegal businesses were not doing well. Aside from that, it was not good enough to sustain his luxurious life. He had his ambition to be the wealthiest person in the city and around the world and he was getting it tonight by hook or by crook. Since he failed to put his trust in Trishia to do the move, Sen. Meyer had only himself to achieve what he wanted. “Okay!” Sen. Meyer clapped his hands loudly. “Let’s get the party started!” Sen. Meyer sat back on his throne-like chair.

Cary’s was a bludgeon – domineering, volatile, a series of shouted orders. Lochlan’s was a scalpel – polite, reasoned, veneered in impeccable courtesy, but a decision made unilaterally for ‘your own good’ was still a decision made without you. I knew this. I’d sworn off billionaires for this exact reason. There’s no such thing as a sweet, unassuming billionaire. They’re all, at their core, used to being in charge. And the attendant baggage – the Vanessas and Sorayas of the world, the stalkers, the vengeful exes, the constant danger – was a price I was no longer willing to pay.

They were all wealthy and powerful businessmen with wives either forty pounds heavier than when they'd first tied the knot to do justice to any sexy lingerie, or simply, the spark was gone. As I crawled to the center of the stage, I noticed through my blurry vision, the Mysterious billionaire. As usual, he was sitting alone in his rented boot as he observed me intently. The word I’d use to describe him was…‘odd’. He has never danced with anyone; he merely sat in his booth throughout the night and stared at me, watching my every move. Sometimes, I got the insane thought he was some sort of serial killer who preyed on vulnerable women. If such was the case, he is simply wasting his time.

A visible smile flickered across her lips, as she took a furtive glance at it and returned his gaze at him. "Thanks dad" she replied. "Do you really love him, or did he bully you into accepting his proposal?" He asked with a worried expression on his face. "Why do you think so?" She was shocked and curious as she stared at the worried old man. "That young man is a multi billionaire. I know at least eleven William Olsen owned enterprise in the city, one of which I worked before I became a cop. Some of these billionaires threaten young girls into marrying them and end up messing with them because the have the money and no one dares to challenge them" He exhales, looking away from her. Her eyes