All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE’S OBSESSION : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Sienna Carter had never stepped foot inside a building so intimidating. The towering glass structure of Cross Industries loomed over the city skyline, a symbol of power, wealth, and everything that had always been out of her reach. She wasn’t supposed to be here. Yet, desperation had a way of making people do things they never imagined. Clutching the folder in her hands, she took a slow, measured breath before stepping past the polished marble entrance. The cool air inside the building sent a shiver down her spine, or maybe that was just her nerves. She wasn’t sure anymore. The receptionist, a woman dressed in an immaculate navy-blue suit, barely glanced up before pressing a button on her desk. “He’s expecting you,” she said, her voice smooth and efficient. Sienna swallowed hard. There was no turning back now. The elevator ride to the top floor was eerily silent, and with each passing second, she felt her pulse quicken. What kind of man agreed to a deal like this? She ha

The elevator ride was silent, the tension thick enough to suffocate her. Sienna stood rigid beside Damien, hyperaware of his presence. He hadn’t touched her again since that brief brush of his hand against her back, but the sensation lingered, leaving a trail of heat along her spine. She should have been afraid. Maybe she was. But fear wasn’t the only thing curling inside her as the elevator descended, taking her deeper into whatever fate she had just signed herself into. “What exactly is expected of me?” she asked, keeping her voice steady. Damien didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he turned his head slightly, his storm-gray eyes settling on her. “Everything.” Her stomach twisted at the weight of that single word. The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, revealing a private underground parking garage. A sleek black car waited near the entrance, the kind of expensive machine that looked as effortless and powerful as the man beside her. A driver in a dark su

Sienna’s pulse was still erratic as she squared her shoulders, planting her feet firmly on the mat. She wasn’t about to let Damien Cross throw her around like a rag doll without a fight. He stood opposite her, a knowing smirk playing on his lips as if he could see the fire burning behind her eyes. “Ready?” he asked. She lifted her chin. “Try me.” His smirk deepened. This time, she anticipated his movement. The way his body shifted. The sharp flick of his wrist. But just as she thought she had him figured out, he changed direction in an instant, sweeping his foot behind hers. She gasped as her balance wavered, but before she could hit the floor, Damien caught her again his arm locking around her waist, pulling her against him. Her breath hitched. “Still too slow,” he murmured, his voice like gravel and silk all at once.Sienna’s fingers curled into his shirt before she realized what she was doing. She could feel the heat of his body, the steadiness of his breath. Da

Sienna’s hands trembled as she knocked on Damien’s penthouse door. A part of her hoped he wasn’t home, that she could turn around and walk away before she made a mistake she couldn’t take back. But deep down, she knew she wouldn’t. She needed answers. The door swung open, and there he was—Damien King, standing tall and commanding in the dim light. His shirt was unbuttoned at the top, sleeves rolled up, exposing the muscular forearms she’d once imagined tracing with her fingers. His dark eyes flickered with something unreadable as he leaned against the doorway, one brow arched. “Sienna,” he murmured. Just the way he said her name sent a shiver down her spine. She took a steadying breath. “We need to talk.” He stepped aside, allowing her in without a word. The penthouse was as sleek and breathtaking as she remembered. Floor-to-ceiling windows displayed the dazzling city skyline, and the scent of expensive cologne and whiskey lingered in the air. She turned to face him, her h

Sienna’s heart pounded as she stood frozen in Damien’s office, his piercing gaze locked onto hers. The air between them was charged, thick with unspoken words and unresolved tension. She had told herself she wouldn’t let this happen again—that she wouldn’t let him get under her skin. And yet, here she was. “You’re running from me again,” Damien said, his voice calm but firm. Sienna crossed her arms over her chest, trying to create some kind of barrier between them. “I’m not running. I’m making the smart choice.” Damien took a slow step toward her, his eyes never leaving hers. “And what’s that?” “Keeping my distance.” A smirk ghosted across his lips, but there was something else in his expression something that looked a lot like frustration. “Funny. You say that, but you’re still here.” Sienna hated that he was right. She should have left the moment she realized they were alone in his office. But something about Damien made her want to stand her ground, even when she knew i