Novel & Cerita The Billionaire's Obsession

A flicker of something… obsession, possession, hunger passed through his expression before the cold mask returned. Elena’s cheeks burned. She hated how aware of him she was. The width of his shoulders. The way his suit stretched across his chest. The quiet power radiating from him. This man wasn’t just a billionaire. There was something darker underneath the expensive clothes. Something that made her want to run and lean closer at the same time. “You have twenty-four hours to decide,” he said, leaning back again. “Sign, and your sister’s future is secure. Refuse…” He let the silence finish the sentence.

I just got back with Xavier; meeting a new love interest is not a good idea… Amara wanted to cry. Instead, she forced a smile at her grandfather. “I don’t know if you’ve heard of him, but he’s the youngest billionaire, the new face of the business industry, young and intelligent…” And the moment he spoke again, Amara almost choked and fell off her chair. “Mark Xavier Peralta, have you heard of him, Amara?”

I have watched her behind the shadows for too long, under the shackles of these evil people and now, all I want is to protect her. I saw the way she looked at me—with fear and disgust. How could I change that? How can I show her that for her, I could be a better man and much more? How could I tell her I spent years building an empire for her? I had her ring crafted by the best jeweler in Asia? For the first time in years, my heart thumped loudly. I don't give a damn about the twenty million—it's nothing to me compared to her. All I want, all I’ve wanted these past years is Savannah McGrathy.

Mark said, "I can and I will. Unless you pay me. I will doctor this video and put the blame on you." "Oh, oh - okay, how much do you want?" Hazel asked, stuttering. Mark smirked, "A million dollars." Hazel gasped, "A million dollars? That's insane. I don't have that kind of money." Mark said, "You're lying. You're dating the C.E.O of a successful company. You live in a mansion. You wear expensive clothes and jewelry. You have access to his bank accounts and credit cards. You have plenty of money."

He muttered quietly. I knew there was no way I could raise a bill of five hundred thousand dollars in a day. In fact, I couldn't even raise that in a week. What would I do? I didn't even have friends or family who I would turn to for help. I could hear my heart beating rapidly in my chest at the thought of losing Layla. No! I can't let that happen. She was the only thing I had on earth.

"It’s the only way a girl of her pedigree can experience luxury. Through a glass case, under heavy guard." ​I sat perfectly still. I didn't retort. They were right. I was a Harrington by name, but my bank account was a graveyard of debt and hospital invoices. In this room, where money was the only language spoken, I was mute. ​The auction Masterpieces were paraded across the stage... statues, paintings, and jewelry that shimmered with a blinding, aggressive wealth. But as the night wore on, I noticed something. My eyes, sharpened by years of looking for value in the ruins of my own life, began to spot the cracks in the glamour.

He had revived the company and become a billionaire due to very smart business decisions. Darien assumed that he had overcome the darkness in his life until he became clear how lonely he was despite all the money and adoration. He couldn’t date who he wanted for fear of negative public opinion. He was trapped in a gilded cage of his own making. The billionaire thought of Zach again and that boosted his mood. He was on his way out of the darkness. With that in the mind, he sped through rereading all of his past works and took out his notebook.

The memory of moaning his name while I came made my cheeks burn with shame all over again. I groaned loudly and ruffled my hair in frustration. “This is insane.” “He seems obsessed with you,” Stella said after a long pause, like she’d been turning the words over in her head. Laila nodded slowly. “I mean… It seems so fictional. He’s a billionaire- tattooed, tall, mafia- ” I glared at her hard. “That’s pretty fucked up,” she muttered, before she could romanticize it any further. Laila shut her mouth quickly.

Her astounding beauty was unmatched and so were her intellect and talent despite being the first of everything, her brother still always managed to overshadow her and she decided that was over after he returned home upon divorcing his wife, he has been living like a lifeless doll but suddenly changed about a year ago, no one knows the reason why and in that amount of time, Oliver did not only managed to get back on his feet but also managed to take almost everything that originally belonged to her. It later got to her attention that Oliver have a company of his own which was on the brink of bankruptcy before returning home but because of her father’s investments and meddling, he was able to

This was further inclination that I was knee deep in shit that I didn’t know how to handle. “That should teach you to keep your fucking mouth shut,” he growled taking a step back. “Your stupid tricks won’t work on me.” “What tricks? I haven’t even done anything.” “The ones you use on everyone. You managed to get a filthy rich billionaire obsessed with you. I wonder if your pussy is made of gold or some shit because that’s clearly the only thing he is interested in. You have the personality of drying paint.” “That’s not what you were saying when you asked to go out with me repeatedly.”