The Billionaires Obsession Novels & Stories

I knew he would refuse, that he would see it as another form of control or an attempt to buy him. I let him keep that small piece of mundane worry; it was what kept him tethered to reality. I left the house feeling the cold mountain air purify my lungs. I got into the car and, as I drove back to my life of appearances, I realized that although I was the man with billions, it was Kyle who held all the keys. When I entered my penthouse, the silence that used to suffocate me seemed, for the first time, less hostile. I tossed the keys onto the console table and sank into the armchair, staring at the New York skyline.

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.”

Yeah, Boris enterprises is such a big company, they aren’t actors or anything and yet they are always trending because of the public attention towards their group of companies. “If it’s such confidential information…why are you telling me this?” Andrea narrowed her face suspiciously at the man. They won’t be killing her and dumping her body somewhere now that he holds such information, will they? She worried and the man as if reading her mind burst into heavy laughter. “I think I’m beginning to see why Rio was immediately attracted to you,” The old man said whilst laughing, how could he be so nonchalant in this situation? Andrea wondered and when she met Rio’s face he realised, he also look

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Anyone can tolerate just about anything for two months. The truth was, the Hamptonites and the Townies disliked each other but they had been using each other for so many generations they became dependent. Like a dysfunctional symbiotic relationship. And it turned out they sometimes had common interests that united them. Like their mutual hatred of The Billionaires Club. The Billionaire’s Club was exclusive and had only two thousand members worldwide. The entry f*e? Be a billionaire. Members of the B-Club had so much wealth it created a gravitational pull and anyone within range was sucked into their Super Nova of alternate realities. A wonderful place where they were entitled to anything the

His voice cracked on the word—dry, uncertain. “They are public faces outside. Dirty hands inside.” I stood fast. Walked to the decanter. The crystal clinked hard—loud, brittle sound that rang in my skull as I poured the amber liquid poured slow into the glass. “They control the billionaires in this city. And they don’t joke with their money.” James exhaled hard—sharp puff of air that stirred the smoke hanging in the room. “If they catch even a hint of missing funds…”

“I’ve never seen my name and photos splashed all over like that before. It’s... overwhelming.” He didn’t look surprised. If anything, he looked… expectant. “You’ll get used to it.” He said simply. Easy for him to say. This was the air he breathed. Thankfully, whatever attention followed me stopped at my work. I wouldn’t survive a life measured out in strangers’ opinions and endless think pieces. Silence settled. I kept sipping my coffee, just to have something to do, then glanced around the space again. “Why do you even have a place here?” I asked. “Doesn’t exactly scream discreet billionaire hideout.”

Aaron’s POV There was nothing out of place: gold chandeliers, velvet curtains, polished marble floors that reflected literally everything in perfect symmetry. A bit too much, if you ask me, for a few awards and a pat on the back for billionaires. Of course, these people loved excess, and they fed on it. Billionaires-what a bunch of self-absorbed bastards who thought everything had to bend their way.

That desperation was not love; it was obsession disguised as loyalty. So when his message came: “I am sorry to learn about this. Do you mind if I pay for it? I mean… I want to, so you could get treated.” I wasn’t shocked. Instead, I smirked, a soundless laugh pressing from my lips almost immediately. Predictable. That was the word. It was predictable, wasn’t it? I knew he would offer. I knew he would rush to send the money, hoping it would become his ticket back into my life. And truly, it was fair to admit that thirty thousand was little more than a scoop of money in his pocket, now that he was a billionaire.

"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.