All Chapters of Mr.Billionaire's Obsession: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Clara's POVMoonlight painted silver patterns across the infinity pool of Nathan's private Shanghai penthouse, each ripple reflecting the city's dazzling skyline. From our vantage point eighty stories above the streets, the urban sprawl stretched endlessly toward the horizon, a testament to limitless ambition. I traced my fingers through the warm water, enjoying the perfect solitude of our elevated sanctuary. Behind me, Nathan's presence filled the rooftop terrace with that lethal authority that had redefined power itself."Even in moments of leisure, your mind never truly rests," he observed, his voice carrying that edge of dangerous affection that sent shivers down my spine. His hands settled on my bare shoulders with possessive familiarity, the heat of his touch contrasting exquisitely with the evening breeze. "Though I must admit, watching you contemplate our next move while dressed in nothing but moonlight and designer swimwear is remarkably... inspiring."I leaned back against h

Clara's POVBali's tropical warmth embraced us as I lounged on the private deck of Nathan's beachfront villa, watching the Indian Ocean paint endless patterns across pristine sand. The setting sun transformed clouds into masterpieces of amber and rose, their beauty matched only by the perfect serenity of our secluded paradise. A gentle breeze carried the scent of exotic flowers, completing the intoxicating atmosphere."Even in paradise, your mind never truly rests," Nathan observed, his voice carrying that edge of dangerous affection that still sent shivers down my spine after all this time. His hands settled on my bare shoulders with possessive familiarity, the heat of his touch making my silk cover-up feel suddenly unnecessary. "Though I must admit, watching you contemplate life while dressed in nothing but sunset light and designer swimwear is remarkably... distracting."I tilted my head back to meet his dark gaze, savoring the predatory appreciation I found there. "The mighty Nath

Clara's POVThe antique grandfather clock in Nathan's private study struck midnight, its deep resonance echoing through the wood-paneled walls of the London townhouse. I curled deeper into the centuries-old leather armchair, inhaling the rich scent of aged books and success that permeated this intimate sanctuary. A crystal tumbler of aged scotch caught the warm light from the fireplace, throwing amber shadows across the rare first editions that lined the walls - each one a testament to Nathan's appreciation for powerful legacies.Nathan's presence filled the sophisticated space with that lethal authority that had redefined global markets. Even now, watching him review acquisition reports with predatory focus, I felt that familiar surge of desire. His perfectly tailored suit did nothing to hide the powerful frame beneath, and his aristocratic features held that edge of dangerous calculation that had first drawn me to him."You're analyzing me again," he observed without looking up, tho

Clara's POVMy fingertips traced the intricate woodwork of Nathan's ancestral mansion, each carved detail telling stories of generations past. Located in a secluded corner of the Cotswolds, the centuries-old estate breathed history from every stone. Ancient oaks lined the winding driveway, their branches creating mysterious shadows in the late afternoon light.I paused before a floor-to-ceiling portrait in the grand gallery, studying the aristocratic features of Nathan's great-grandfather. The same dangerous magnetism that defined Nathan was evident even in oil and canvas, a reminder that some traits truly ran in blood."Finding similarities?" Nathan's voice carried that edge of lethal authority as he approached, his reflection appearing beside mine in the gilded frame. "Though I must admit, watching you study my family legacy while wearing that particular vintage-inspired dress is remarkably... distracting."I turned to face him, appreciating how the library's warm lighting emphasize

Clara's POVThe crystal chandelier cast prismatic rainbows across Milan's most exclusive jeweler's private showroom, where centuries of aristocratic traditions met modern luxury. I stood before an ornate Venetian mirror, watching the play of light across the Kashmir sapphire pendant Nathan had personally designed. The piece was a masterwork of precision and passion - much like the man himself."Sometimes I forget you're an artist too," I murmured, meeting Nathan's reflected gaze as his fingers traced the delicate platinum chain against my throat. The heat of his touch sent shivers down my spine, despite the intimate warmth of the private salon.His dark eyes held dangerous intensity as he studied our reflection. "Only when it comes to adorning you," he corrected, voice carrying that edge of lethal authority that still made my pulse race. "Though watching you wear my creations while discussing our upcoming merger makes me consider some... alternative negotiations."I leaned back agains