The Billionaires Obsession Novels & Stories

"You could've just bought me flowers, or chocolates, or a teddy bear or even some expensive champagne or wine! But a private jet? You bought me a private jet?" He tilted his head, looking at me with amusement shining in his eyes, "that's the perks of going out with a billionaire, sweetheart. Get used to it, because I'm just getting started." Before I could respond or snap out of my shock, a loud shout of excitement broke through the space, "hello party bitches! Are y'all ready to get all the way fucked up?!" I turned to see Stanley confidently striding into the private jet with cases of alcohol as he grinned excitedly at me. "Oh yeah! Let's get drunk off our minds!"

Karis has flown back to his apartment in California untied states after his meeting with the other members of the billionaire club. After he had finished from Harvard, he had made a vow to himself to build his own legacy. His father came from a long line of what the twenty first century could safely refer to as the aristocrats. Of course, they were not title holders or anything that grand, but the Ilobi were filthy rich, and the wealth could be traced to as far back as the nineteenth century, then there was his father. His mother's was the typical grass to grace story, she had been a normal kid, attending public school, and had been the valedictorian in her graduating class. She had taken t

HAZEL "I don't get it. If we're talking about the same criminal then why not just put the suspect behind the bars?" I almost screamed in frustration. No body said anything. Right. I took my jacket and stormed out. What the fuck is wrong with them? Just because the suspect is related to the country's biggest billionaire, we can't let him go. Damn rich people. I fucking hate them. "Hey princess, calm down." I heard the familiar voice. I snapped my head and found Justin walking out with two cups of coffee in his hand.

The tears, once symbols of despair, now reflected a cleansing process for emotional renewal. "Come here." Alexander whispered to his wife as he opened his arms for an embrace. As they continued to console each other, the room now appeared to be warm and calm. Alexander and Elizabeth emerged not weakened but stronger, their emotional bond now held in the authenticity that only shared discussions could bring. As the echoes of their quiet conversation lingered in the air, the couple, united in their journey, found comfort in the shared understanding that, even in the realm of billionaires world, the true riches lay in the unguarded moments of the heart.

Curiosity got the best of me and I can’t help but ask, “Golden Boys?” She turned to face me surprising me with the intensity that she had in her eyes as she explained, “The heirs of the top billionaires of the world. They cover almost everything. From food to transportation, banks, the list just goes on and on.” “Wow,” Brie replied with amusement. “You’re lucky, Eve.”

Me in that silver dress, standing far too close to Alexander Lancaster. His hand was at my waist. I remembered the moment his touch, the confusion in his eyes. And now it was plastered across the internet. The headline was bold and cruel: **'Nichole Adams Caught in Scandal with Billionaire Alexander Lancaster — Betrayal Runs in the Family?’** My stomach dropped. “Oh God…” Claire exhaled slowly. “It’s already everywhere. T*****r, gossip sites, even some business pages.” I took her phone, scrolling through the comments.

the henchman answered. "The fuck do you mean by that? Your orders were the billionaire, not his woman, for Christ's sake!" A voice from behind chimed in, another familiar voice. "The girl saw my face. We couldn’t leave her. Besides, her family is probably loaded, so it’s a win-win." That was a lie, I never saw a face, it was intentional. "Win-win? Did you say win-win? The fuck is wrong with you? It’s already hard enough that we took the country’s golden prince; now we have to deal with her too?"

"Six months ago? You were planning this back then?" "I've been planning this since the moment I saw you walk down the aisle in that white dress," Adrian confessed, his face completely serious, his dark eyes burning with a terrifying, heavy obsession. "I saw you marry my brother, and I knew it was a mistake. I knew he would ruin you. So I built this cage, and I waited for the right moment to lock you inside." "You speak about it so easily," she said, her voice trembling. "Like I’m just a bird you wanted to capture."

The clear water touching her hand against the large glass in front of her reflected Valerie's poor face. To be honest, even though she had a model mother who always gave her money, Valerie never used it to get rich or buy all the things she never had. "Isn't all this too much? But why am I even afraid to meet the billionaire who is my boss? Is it just my hunch that there is an ulterior motive?" Valerie was talking to herself. This was something that continued to haunt Valerie and even carried over into her sleep.

I stare at her. “What?” “Holy shit, Alice, he’s a billionaire.” “What?” “That’s nine zeroes.” “What?” Her giggle holds a touch of hysteria. “Oh my God. What was he doing on Tinder?” My brain is refusing to compute. “I’m guessing he likes being anonymous. I would think billionaires have trouble with women being after their money, don’t you?” “Oh Alice. Did you have any idea?”