The Billionaires Obsession Novels & Stories

My turbulent thoughts crash into Andrei's gaze, and it's like the whole world has come to a standstill… Those gorgeous brown orbs are igniting a fire… down South. “Why now?” he asks with a smirk, his eyes taunting me as he strides closer, “What's gotten into you? We're in the middle of a storm, and here you are, wanting to throw caution to the wind and dance in the rain.” What's gotten into me? I've lost my mind. The evidence? My obsession with a certain billionaire CEO. It's like I've been infected by some sort of love bug, a disease that's eating away at my common sense and leaving nothing but a trail of reckless, head-over-heels infatuation in its wake.

But now sitting here in my penthouse overlooking Billionaire's Row in New York City, I'm bored. Countless half-naked women dance around me, swinging bottles of champagne, white powder under their noses, kicking up their expensive heels at my men, who cheer them on. Just another cold, soulless display of my power. My wealth. Imade this happen. Ibuilt this. AndI'mthe reason I'm falling apart from the inside. Anton, my number one, walks over to my chair, waits respectfully, then speaks. "It's Seth Rossi again. He can't cover this week's interest."

I was naked, covered in his scent, and entirely marked by his body, while he was already back to managing his empire. I listened carefully to his low murmurs from the other room. He was talking about a security breach at one of his logistics facilities near the docks. It had nothing to do with my stepmother or Julian, but hearing him talk about millions of dollars in cargo made the space between us feel like an ocean again. In this penthouse, behind closed doors, he used me like a man obsessed, tearing through my body until I couldn't think. But the second that phone rang, I became invisible. I was just a hidden obligation, a dangerous secret that could ruin everything he had built if the wr

“But all the time, you acted like it was just your loss.” “What else was I supposed to do? Uh?” His voice gentled slightly as he added, “I am a man with needs, Eliza, and you just don’t satisfy me.” “B-but I… we—” Isabella cut into my stammering. “B-b-but what, Eliza?” she mocked ruthlessly. “The plain truth is that Daniel is madly obsessed with me, so you can just,” she finished by shooing me away with her perfectly manicured nails.

I'm still crazy about the sensation we both share. We made it a few more rounds before Adahlia fell. She put her arm around me as I hugged her. We are feeling each other's warm and naked body. – "Oh my gosh! Sebastian, why didn't you get married first!? What did I say to you child!? I cannot believe this, my banana bear! #Shocked!" "Damn it, you're an heir, and you're really young. Wake up and we'll figure it out." I woke up to shouting and talking. Damn, the TV is on early in the morning!? I'm the only person here!

I picked up my hairdryer and resumed drying my curly hair as Alissa sang loudly on my bed about how amazing she was as a friend and that Friday was going to be the best birthday I'd ever had, which I highly doubt. These billionaires better send some good-ass gifts or I'm fighting Alissa. By Wednesday, 6 Billionaires had sent a gift with a card or just a card saying sorry they missed my birthday or something to seem sympathetic. One of them sent $100 a card. "See I told you it would work, you buzzkill. There are only 3 more billionaires left to end a card or gift," Alissa said shutting the front door after collecting yet another gift, this one coming with synthetic flowers.

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."

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?”

Every student he passed instinctively moved out of his way, terrified by the fury radiating off him. He was Xyrius Dale f*cking Smith—a multi-billionaire, from the most influential and powerful clan in all of Asia. The grandson of Guillier Morreti Black, one of the most feared mafia leaders in the continent. He got what he wanted. No one said no to him. "Babe!" "Xyrius!" He didn't bother turning around when someone called him. He just rolled his eyes. He wasn't in the mood for flirting. "Babe!" Emma shouted angrily, grabbing his arm.

I snapped. His jaw tightened briefly before relaxing again. “I’m trying to save you from him.” A bitter laugh escaped me immediately. “All billionaires sound the same,” I muttered while finally managing to shove myself partly away from him. “Every single one of you thinks money and obsession equal love.” Something dark flickered briefly across his face at that. “You think I’m like him?” he asked quietly. “I think you’re worse,” I answered honestly.