The Billionaires Obsession Novels & Stories

the journalist would say, and move onto another billionaire. I was happy the kissing stunt was working out, and Brian enjoyed it. Gradually, we unfolded to the end of the successor’s summits and my bubbles of joy were full until, Brian left my grip for a thick-looking billionaire who was standing by the corner. He pounced on his prey and started biting the billionaire all over his body. “Brian! Brian! Brian!” I shouted and went after him. But then a pandemonium had been stirred. Billionaires ran away out of fear of the unknown.

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.

Ouch ,of course I know my confident level is pretty bad . " it's the worst I've seen " he seethed . "But it's fine ,you seem attractive enough for this company " he stood up . Excuse me . "I hope you know ,this is an official ground that will not tolerate those with flying collars and fake lashes " he said as he went over to his shelf . "I'm not wearing ...fake lashes " I bat my lashes rapidly as I adjusted my collars . My lashes are just naturally long . He dropped a small book at the front of me .

And that was my fucking problem, and what about her? This was still so new to her. I've had weeks to deal with my obsession. She's had days. But something inside me screamed that I had to move and move fast. There was something way the fuck off about Clifton Sanders, and waiting for the report to be completed was gonna drive me nuts. The thought of him hurting her in any way destroyed me. How could anyone seek to crush a Blossom? How could her beauty, both inner and outer, not sway him? Was the man fucking blind, or was his hatred of his own daughter so deep he couldn't see reason?

He must have a plan, a deadly plan for her, and she was falling for his plan. He stood back on, returning to the squatting position he once was. Likewise, he had to sustain this treatment. Because he’d to use her to get what he wants. “It’s true.” They turned to know who speaking to them. “…he’s Wesley. Everything he’s told you is true. He’s a billionaire in San Francisco.” “Dr. Moscow…?”

"I stumbled into a living nightmare." "What nightmare? I swear, our brains are wired completely differently," she says, shaking her head in utter disbelief. "You stumbled into the ultimate jackpot." She grabs my arm tightly with both hands, leaning in. "Noah—the most gorgeous, hyper-successful, most wanted billionaire of our generation, whose name lives on the Forbes list—is completely obsessed with you. He literally just handed you seventy days of himself wrapped in a medical miracle for your son."

All this thought passes through my mind as I observe him with a deep frown. He looks up at me with a sort of sorrowful expression on his face which I did not expect to see. "My honest sincere apologies for all that. I honestly don't know what to say right now. Trust me I feel bad for you. This is one of the things I have observed with most of the well-known billionaires in This City." " Do you want to know the most funny thing?" I ask, cutting him short, and then he raises an eyebrow with curiosity. "What is that?" he asks quickly as I lean against the table and nibble hard against my bottom lip, which is still trembling from the pain tearing deep into my inner organs.

Lila walked down the hallway on shaky legs, heart racing. Her billionaire employer had just fucked her raw in the master bedroom… while his daughter called out for him on the baby monitor. The obsession was growing darker. And she was completely hooked.

If anything, I craved more, the addiction setting in deep. Slipping into one of his shirts—oversized, crisp white cotton smelling like him, the hem barely skimming my thighs—I padded barefoot toward the kitchen. The penthouse was a marvel: sleek marble floors cool under my feet, modern art on the walls that probably cost more than my annual salary, and that view—endless skyline, a testament to his power. There he was, in nothing but low-slung gray sweatpants that hung dangerously low on his hips, revealing the V of muscle that made my mouth water. Alexander Voss, billionaire tyrant, making breakfast like it was the most normal thing in the world. His back was to me, broad shoulders flexing a

"The media's obsessed with you two. Billionaire obsessed with senator's daughter, proposes three times, gets rejected three times, still fights for her. That's a catch." "We're not using our relationship" Victoria started. "You already are," Ngozi said bluntly. "The second King pledged his support, you became a package deal in the public's mind. So either you control that narrative, or it controls you." Victoria looked at King. He shrugged. "She's not wrong." "I hate politics," Victoria said. "Good." Ngozi grinned. "That'll make you better at it than most. Now, let's talk about your first public appearance."