The Billionaire's Obsession Novels & Stories

“You sound like an old woman. Come on, Clara. We’ll just go for a bit—one drink, one dance. You might even find inspiration for your interview tomorrow.” I gave her a side-eye. “Inspiration? At a nightclub?” She grinned. “Inspiration or a rich man—same difference.” I couldn’t help laughing. “You’re ridiculous.” “I’m serious!” she said, pointing at me with her makeup brush. “This is New York—the city of miracles, money, and mistakes. You never know who you’ll meet.” “I already know who I’ll meet,” I said. “My future boss. Elias Thorne—billionaire CEO, known playboy, and rumor has it he fired his assistant because she brought him coffee that was ‘too sweet.’”

"True dynasties require dedicated foundation work." The London rain continued its gentle percussion as Nathan proceeded to demonstrate exactly why he was considered Europe's most dangerously seductive billionaire. Each caress, each heated glance, each moment of perfect understanding between us reinforced the precious truth of our connection – that we had found something transcendent in each other's arms.

Every student he passed instinctively moved out of his way, terrified by the fury radiating off him. He was Xyrius Dale f*cking Smith—a multi-billionaire, from the most influential and powerful clan in all of Asia. The grandson of Guillier Morreti Black, one of the most feared mafia leaders in the continent. He got what he wanted. No one said no to him. "Babe!" "Xyrius!" He didn't bother turning around when someone called him. He just rolled his eyes. He wasn't in the mood for flirting. "Babe!" Emma shouted angrily, grabbing his arm.

The bright, red light rolls through the floor numbers at what feels like a snail's pace. “Obsession?” he snorted. “The only thing that I’ve ever been obsessed with is money. The word you’re looking for is curiosity. You see, Azure Blackwood is an enigma. I’ve heard plenty about him, and nothing at all. I’ve tried to dig into his past, hell, even the past of Finnick Gray, but it’s almost as if neither of them existed to the world before Blackwood Industries shot to the top. He refuses investors, turns down contracts that could make him millions, and yet,” he steps forward again, and my breath hitches. “He seems to have always been smitten with you.”

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.

"I stumbled into a living nightmare." "What nightmare? I swear, our brains are wired completely differently," she says, shaking her head in utter disbelief. "You stumbled into the ultimate jackpot." She grabs my arm tightly with both hands, leaning in. "Noah—the most gorgeous, hyper-successful, most wanted billionaire of our generation, whose name lives on the Forbes list—is completely obsessed with you. He literally just handed you seventy days of himself wrapped in a medical miracle for your son."

If only they knew what he said to her. “Listen, I know I shouldn't have hit him, but he deserved it!” They both stared at her as though she said something ominous. Katrina walked up to her with so much anger in her eyes. “Do you know the guy you hit is the most powerful and influential Mafia billionaire in the whole of Southampton?” At that moment, Paula panicked. She missed her step and staggered backwards. No way, it can't be that she's gotten herself into a deeper trouble.

into my left ear. The Adonis who fucked with my senses within a few seconds and had no idea he did a thing took a gulp of his drink. His Adam's Apple bobbed twice and I was too entranced to not look. He dropped the now empty glass and held a finger to ward the bartender off like he Goddamned owns the place. How controlling these rich men are. From the looks of it stranger here is one of the sinfully rich dudes that Bipasha plan corporate parties for. One wonders how she doesn't have a few babies if she actually caters to people who look like this. He's all sin and seduction without making a single move.

"I didn’t do anything. I simply waited for you to come back so we could...you know...do it." "Well, there you have it. Ever since I became a billionaire, women have been trying to take advantage of me. Whether by trying to get pregnant or to steal from me. The upturned briefcase full of cash was intentional and you're the first woman I've met in five years who didn't take a single dollar." "You were testing me?!" She asked, anger lacing her voice. "I had to. I was tired of sleeping with different women, some of which stole from me and I simply wanted someone I could have a sexual arrangement with and still trust."

Hello my lovely readers. Thank you for giving my book a chance. Constructive criticisms are welcome and in short, believe me when I say I appreciate you all. Hope you enjoy! The Billionaire's Obsession Ciara Mendes As I glanced at the mountain of pending work, I found it impossible to focus on the article I had begun two days prior. With the deadline looming at the end of the week, the pressure was palpable—I knew my boss wouldn't hesitate to hold me accountable if I failed. Beverly Florence, the striking founder of Flare Magazine, was a familiar name in L.A.'s business circles, known not only for her beauty but also for her disingenuous smiles and high-pitche