The Powerhouse's Unlikely Obsession Novels & Stories

When Broderick and Amy got inside his car, Amy asked him,"how did you escape the prison?" "A powerful man is not just someone who is the richest person, a powerful man is the most mysterious man. Michael thinks he's powerful cause he owns my company, that's not how power works. You need to will power by reason of your influence. Being a powerful man is not even a position that can be inherited, power is not a throne, it's a force," Broderick said.

The high-voltage charge of his powerful sexuality entrapped her, filling her with excitement and leaving her utterly without defense. “I’ve never been part of such a show. Watching you dance was the most erotic experience I have ever had outside the bedroom door,” he confessed with driven urgency. “I’ve never felt the need to possess a woman as I do right now. No woman ever had me rambling like a crazy schoolboy…” Phoebe quivered, shocked by his speech and still shaken to begin reasoning again. ‘A crazy schoolboy’? Lorenzo ‘The Shark’ De Angelis, the most powerful CEO in the world? What game was he playing now?

"She loves your money. He loves his power. Because that's what made me last so long on your side. She doesn't want anything more than what you already have. Only you are too dumb to realize that no woman in this world would approach only by your beautiful green eyes. Everyone wants your money and life status next to Flynn Ashton.” "No, that's not why she's with me," he said, raising his chin. "She feels more than love, even if she doesn't admit it. You know I'm very good at reading people. And I see that she doesn't say half of the things she really feels. The passion she has for me is too big to be lost by any bullshit you say. You can't affect me anymore, Diana. I don't fall for your game

Damien continued. "What do you plan to do Damien?" Cian asked with a normal tone. "I want her for myself uncle. I want to make her mine by marrying her". Damien answered instantly. "What if she doesn't want to?".Cian questioned further. "She has no choice now uncle. She will be mine even if I have to force her". Damien repiled with an evil grin. Rojas looked at his boss with wide opened eyes. His boss was starting to go insane over this woman and I feared he might use his insanity to ruin the poor girl's life. Hope you liked the chapter. Leave a like and comment and don't forget to follow my page. Till then. Bye.

You are going to me mine and I can fuck you whenever and wherever I want. Listening to that I looked up and I wasn't seeing that old Abhi there. he was behaving like a monster and I was getting afraid of him then. A shiver ran through my boss hearing to that. I never imagined he would say anything like that. '''Why??? What happened??? Why are you so shocked??? Oh come on!!! it will be a pleasure for you too.. Come on. and this cold weather demands this.. Come on. baby its our honeymoon and I am not gonna let you sleep without satisfying me tonight.''''

For the past two hundred years of my life, never have I seen anything like that before. A chuckle bubbles from my mouth as I flit my hand over my chest, washing off the soap. Droplets of water slide down from my hair and into my face. I run a hand through my face and groan. I’ve tried to make sense of the power but nothing seems to explain that. Not even Tiago can explain. What exactly brought about such power? What exactly happened? I’m filled with doubts. So many doubts about my mate. Somehow, I have this conviction that power has something to do with her.

Who would I place my bet on? The woman I worked for was no doubt powerful, ruthless even. At first, it had been thrilling. Her command, her brilliance, her fire, it drew me in like a moth to a flame. But now? Now I had seen beneath the layers of her perfection, and the fun had evaporated like morning mist under the sun. Power is intoxicating until you glimpse the cost of carrying it. What if, just what if, I made a U-turn and served someone else? What if I shifted allegiance?

His upper body was covered by a simple light blue t-shirt with a V neck that reminded her of his favorite black tuxedo he used to wear, which she found in the closet of one of the left bedrooms when she went to clean last week. She stared at him blankly. No pity, no sadness, nothing in her eyes. Power! That is all he ever wanted. He craved more power every minute that she can’t recall anything else that he took interest in. He wanted power. And he got power. What is left for him now, though? He devoted his entire life to seeking out and acquiring more power, only to lay down on a bed helplessly at the end? Power is like a drug. If you only get a tiny taste, that’s it. You’ll become addicted.

“Why are you after so much power? You already seem rich and powerful enough. Why do you need more? What's your motive?” He remained silent at first then when he dropped his head back to look at us, there was a grim look on his face, “Because all my life, I’ve been powerless. When you hunger for something, and you get a taste of something sweet, you develop an addiction and it becomes all you’ll crave.” I shot up in my seat, “What do you mean?” “When everyone looked down on you, your own father despised you, and your mother suffered because she birthed you, you’ll crave the power because it’s your solace.”

I felt it settle along my spine like a question waiting to be answered. Adrian noticed. “They’re listening again.” “They never stopped,” I said. I moved toward the window, pressing my palm lightly to the glass. Cold seeped into my skin. Grounding. The machines stood in the distance, silhouettes against the city glow, patient in a way that made my stomach knot. “They don’t understand this part yet,” I murmured. Seraphine came to stand beside me. “What part.” “Power,” I said. “Human power. How it panics when it realizes it can’t be quiet anymore.”