All Chapters of THE OBSESS BILLIONAIRE: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Jessa had barely reached the staircase when she caught a whiff of something burning. Thick black smoke was already seeping out from the kitchen door. Her heart pounded in her chest. Without thinking twice, she bolted down the stairs and ran toward the kitchen, yelling at the top of her lungs. "Fire! Nana! Papa! Oh my God, FIRE!" The moment she stepped inside, a thick cloud of smoke greeted her, making her cough violently. "Papa!" she called out, spotting her father standing helplessly in front of the stove, frantically trying to put out the flames. "Sweetheart, get out of here! It's too smoky!" her father shouted back. Jessa rolled her eyes. Obviously! The thick smoke filling the air was a dead giveaway that they were seconds away from burning alive! Without wasting another moment, she rushed to grab the fire extinguisher hanging behind the door. Quickly, she pointed the hose at the stove, pulled the pin, and squeezed the lever. A burst of white chemical sprayed out, smothering

It was already late when she finally got home. She had to spend extra hours at the library just to use a computer for her thesis since her laptop had broken down, and she couldn't afford to get it fixed yet.As she approached their house, her heart pounded at the sight of two black vans parked outside. Several men—tall, broad-shouldered, and radiating an intimidating presence—stood near the gate, looking like they belonged in a crime syndicate. A heavy sense of unease settled in her chest, making her quicken her pace. Her first thought was of her father."E-Excuse me... I need to pass," she said hesitantly to one of the men blocking the entrance.The man furrowed his brows, glancing at her with cold scrutiny. She swallowed hard, forcing a nervous smile. "I-I live here, FYI..." she added awkwardly.The man stepped aside, allowing her through. The moment she entered the house, her breath caught in her throat.Her father was kneeling on the floor, his face battered—one eye swollen shut,

Jessica sat motionless in front of her vanity mirror, staring blankly at her own reflection.There were no more tears left to cry. She had drained herself dry.She needed to find a way out of this mess. She couldn't just stand by and watch her father suffer. Losing their house or the hardware store—those were things she could accept, even if she blamed him for their downfall. But letting him waste away, watching him be stripped of his dignity, of his health? She couldn't stomach that. The mere thought of him losing a kidney or any part of his body was enough to make her chest tighten in agony.Taking a deep breath, she reached into her drawer and pulled out a business card—the one Mr. Guiller Moretti had given her.He had told her he was willing to offer her a job.She didn't know what kind of work he had in mind, and a part of her feared she wouldn't be able to stomach it. But what choice did she have?If it came down to it, she would sell her own organs before she let her father go

She rushed home, her heartbeat matching the frantic pace of her footsteps as she made her way to her parents' bedroom. Without hesitation, she grabbed a suitcase and began pulling out her father's clothes, folding each item with mechanical precision. She was midway through packing when the door creaked open.Her father stood there, his gaze filled with quiet confusion.She spared him only a brief glance before turning back to the closet, carefully unhooking the neatly hung clothes. One by one, she laid them on the bed, folding them with the same care she had seen her mother do so many times before."Are we leaving?" His voice was laced with uncertainty.A sharp pain stabbed at her chest, but she forced herself to stay composed. "Only you, Pa," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. She couldn't look at him."H-Huh?" His brows furrowed. "But I have nowhere to go."She swallowed hard, forcing down the lump in her throat. When she finally turned to face him, she held his gaze, even

She tilted her head up, only now realizing just how tall he was. She barely reached his chest.Her breath hitched as their eyes met again.Even with half his face hidden, his presence was overwhelming. The sharp planes of his jaw, the sensual curve of his lips—it was unfair how effortlessly magnetic he was.And yet, all she could think about was the mask.What did he look like underneath?As if drawn by some unseen force, her hand lifted, fingers trembling as they reached for it.Before she could make contact, his hand shot up, catching her wrist in a firm grip.She gasped.Not in fear—but at the heat of his touch.It was jarring. Blazing.His warmth seeped into her skin, chasing away the cold that had wrapped around her like a vice.Her eyelids fluttered shut.For a moment, she just let herself feel it—the contrast, the strange relief, the way his touch sent tingles up her arm.Her throat bobbed as she swallowed, then her gaze lifted back to his.Something flickered in her eyes. A si