The Billionaires Obsession Novels & Stories

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

Another: "She's so pretty. Rich or not, that face is worth millions and looks better than the other rich scumbags in the room!" Beatrice snorted. “Oh wait, this one’s my favorite:” “This is why billionaires shouldn't exist, dude has too much power and not enough emotional regulation” Rosalie pressed her lips together, her fingers trembled around the phone. “How did this even get out?” she muttered.m

I feel like this is something that Kaiden even can do by himself, I don't know why he is hiring me to do his baby job for him. I was finally inside the mansion with a lot of billionaires, both old and young, giving hypocritical smiles and glances at each other. I know how they do it, all these stinking rich people will come together as though they love and have each other's best interest at heart, when all of these is just for business transactions and making deal. Billionaires are more hypocritical than I thought. I hate being around them, because that means smiling whenever they want me to smile. I hate taking orders from them.

"If they ask why a billionaire from the city suddenly fell in love with a girl from Ashbrook?" Kaelen leaned down slightly, his grey eyes locked onto hers with the exact same raw intensity she had felt back in the boardroom. "Then we give them the only narrative they are guaranteed to believe." "Which is what?" "A narrative of absolute, unavoidable obsession," Kaelen murmured, his voice sending a sudden, dangerous shiver straight down her spine. "We tell them I saw you, and I simply refused to let you go."

"Prize. Is that what you think this was about?" I turn back to the bookshelf, grabbing the art history texts Isabella insisted on keeping here even though they're her personal copies. My hands are shaking now, and I hate it. Hate that these people can get under my skin like this. "I know what this was about." The words come out through gritted teeth. "Two entitled billionaires who couldn't stand the idea of sharing their new toy." "She wasn't a toy." The change in his voice makes me pause, my hand halfway to another book. There's something raw in those four words, something that sounds almost human.

"The market billionaires are already queueing by the reception corridor, desperate to link their private bank accounts to our new corporate ledger before Monday morning." Penelope set her teacup down with a soft, clean click, her gaze shifting slightly to look at Travis’s sharp, aristocratic profile. He didn't look at the corporate numbers on her sheet. He didn't care about the multi-billion dollar monopoly they had just locked down before the global elders. He slowly turned his face toward her, his piercing silver eyes wide, filled with an intense, obsessive devotion and a ragged, quiet gratitude that she was allowing him to share this path.

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.”

THE BILLIONAIRE WHO LOVED ME KIMBERLY'S POV “You’ve got to be kidding me! I can’t believe it!” Serena exclaimed, her voice way too loud the moment I told her what was happening. “Shush! Keep it down before you scare all your customers away,” I hissed, and she quickly clamped a hand over her mouth. “You have two billionaires fighting over your attention!!! Ahhhh, give me your life!” Serena said dramatically, eyes sparkling.

The boardroom is cold. I sit at the head of the table, the locket around my neck, Eleanor's photograph inside. The institute's financial statements are spread before me, columns of numbers that blur into meaning. We are successful. More successful than I imagined. But success brings its own problems. Donors want meetings. Investors want stakes. The hospital board wants expansion.

“Well done. But don’t get complacent. They’ll try again, and next time, they may bring more than just probes.” The night had settled into an uneasy quiet. Aurora stood near the tall glass window of the estate’s upper hallway, staring out into the darkness beyond the gates. The land surrounding the property stretched wide and silent, lit only by the soft glow of carefully placed garden lamps. Inside the house, the atmosphere had changed since dinner. Six billionaires. Six powerful men who had appeared in her life almost at the exact moment her marriage collapsed. And none of them were ordinary. Each carried authority like a second skin.