Follow
Chapters
Share
Billionaire's Great Obsession Novel Cover

Billionaire's Great Obsession

Brianna walked towards him obediently. Seeing how stiff and hesitant she moved, Scott was displeased. “What? Are you a robot? Don't you know what your job is?” “Yes. To please you,” Brianna answered awkwardly, “But... but we know little about each other and... and we don't have feelings towards each other as well…” “What are you talking about? You are merely my possession.” Scott said coldly as he slid his finger from her lips down her neck towards her collarbone. Brianna felt his finger moving downwards and resting on her right breast. She bit her lips and said, “Mr. Anderson, I'm just a common girl to you compared to those that you have met. I don't think I'm good enough to please you.” “Whether you are good enough or not is up to me. Also, why would I look for others since I have got one here that I've paid for?” Scott said in a cold voice.
Chapters
Share

Chapter 2

Obviously, the plan had failed, and Liam Williams had to arrange another meeting with Nelson Berry to apologize to him.

Even though Brianna hated it, she knew she had to go with Liam.

During the meeting, Herman Taylor, one of the big bosses, got a phone call, and after which, he exclaimed happily, "Nelson, I've got good news! We have been trying every way to get the chance to meet Scott Anderson and haven't had much luck. But his assistant Levi Baker just called me and said Scott Morgan had invited us to meet at his club!"

Liam, as well as other big bosses, was very excited. Though Nelson was a bit dubious about it, he wouldn't take the risk of missing such a great opportunity.

Everyone had heard about the Andersons in Las Vegas, especially about the two brothers, Scott Anderson and Jameson Anderson.

Jameson Anderson was the younger son, a total troublemaker and a heavy gambler who was notorious for the disastrously extravagant lifestyle.

The older son, Scott Anderson, however, had earned himself an impressive reputation and people looked up to him in the business field.

The group hurried to meet Scott while Brianna followed unwillingly. Liam held her hand and said gently, "Come on, Brianna. It's a great opportunity. We have to make good use of it. If we can please Scott Anderson, we won't need to worry about the orders and the capital. We can have our wedding soon and have enough money for your Mom's surgery. It's been delayed for too long."

Touched, tears filled Brianna's eyes. She nodded and said gratefully, "Thank you, Liam."

"I feel bad, you know, as her son-in-law to be, that I haven't got the money for her surgery. I wish..." Liam continued, sounding rather remorseful.

"You've been doing your best, Liam," Brianna said tearfully.

For the past two years since she graduated from university, Brianna had been to numerous meetings as such. She had never liked it. In fact, she loathed it, the filthy and perverted looks she received, the dirty talks she had to listen to, and even some improper physical contact she had to accept silently. However, she needed the money for her mother's surgery. Liam is right. This is a great chance.

Liam had told her that they only needed to work hard for a few years and the company would be successful, and they would have the money for a grand wedding, and she would retire if she wanted to, and she could live a peaceful life while looking after her mother without worrying about money and work. He had depicted a wonderful picture of their future life to her, and she believed in it.

Fortune Construction Company had grown a lot in the past two years and was rather well known in Las Vegas, but compared to the Anderson Corporation, it was just a speck in the business field.

Everyone, including Nelson, greeted Scott courteously.

Brianna looked up to meet Scott's gaze, and she was shocked. "It's you?! You are Scott Anderson?!" Isn't he the man that slept with me last night?!

Scott lifted his brows and sneered slightly, "You are desperate for men, aren't you?"

Brianna blushed terribly. This is an insult! What does he think I am?! However, she knew she shouldn't ever displease Scott Anderson. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Anderson." She ignored his insult and said.

"Haven't we met already? I think it was a very delicious meeting last night." Scott murmured, teasing cruelly.

Hearing Scott’s words, Brianna turned pale. What did he mean? Last night was a mistake!

Everyone sat down while the seat next to Scott was unoccupied.

"Why is no one sitting here?" Scott asked, pointing to the empty seat.

Remembering how Scott carried Brianna away in his arms last night, Nelson suggested instantly, "Brianna, why don't you sit over there? You are the only lady here. Ladies first."

Startled, Brianna looked up at Liam immediately, but he just smiled and nodded at her, "Right. Brianna, why don't you sit next to Mr. Scott Anderson?"

Brianna sat stiffly next to Scott and looked worried.

"Why are you scared?" Scott leaned close to her intentionally and whispered to her.

Brianna kept her head low and fixed her eyes on the floor silently. Just stay quiet and ignore him. She told herself.

"I like it when you moan with pleasure." He said as if he had read her mind and moved his hand off the table onto Brianna's leg under the table. He remained indifferent while stroking her leg playfully.

Brianna's heart was beating nervously fast.

"Mr. Anderson... Please, don’t." She pleaded quietly.

Scott ignored her pleading and placed his hand back on her leg. He wasn't interested in any of Liam's cooperation proposals. The more eager Liam had shown, the more daring Scott's hand grew under the table. He moved it up to Brianna's leg from her knee towards her inner thigh and advanced upwards.

About a half later, everyone was rather drunk except Brianna and Scott, who only had a few sips.

Liam winked at Nelson, and Nelson suggested, "Mr. Anderson, we have booked a room in a hotel nearby, and I wonder if you..."

Scott glanced at Brianna and replied shortly, "I never stay at any hotels except The Anderson Hotel."

That's where we slept last night! Brianna was startled.

"Ah, of course. How inconsiderate I am." Nelson apologized. "It's such a pleasure and honor meeting you tonight, and I hope we will have more cooperation to come. I wish you good night, Mr. Anderson." He stood up to shake Scott's hand and said goodbye.

Other big bosses understood and bade Scott goodbye. So, now there was only Liam, Brianna, and Scott left.

"Would you two like to stay at the Anderson Hotel tonight?" Scott asked casually.

Brianna shook her head instantly, but Liam replied with a smile, "It will be our honor, Mr. Anderson. Thank you."

"Sure. Will you have your driver take us to the hotel, Liam?"

"No problem."

When the car arrived, Liam got in and sat at the front. Brianna hesitated and wanted to ask Liam to sit at the back. Scott noticed it, so he sneered and said, "Why? Are you scared to sit at the back with me, Brianna Warren?"

"Don't be silly, Brianna." Liam reminded her.

Helplessly, Brianna sat at the back but leaned towards the window to keep a distance from Scott.

His seductive voice whispered next to her ear, "Are you being shy now? You were moaning and crying out loud with pleasure last night, asking for more."

Brianna clenched her skirt tight. She wanted to escape but dared not.

As soon as the car pulled over outside the Anderson Hotel, Brianna jumped out of the car and held Liam's arm to seek protection. However, Liam said apologetically, "Brianna, I left the contract at the club. I shall go back to get it. Why don't you go to the hotel with Mr. Scott Anderson first? I will be back soon."

"Liam, I will go with you," Brianna said hurriedly. She sounded frightened. Can't Liam see what Scott is plotting? She held onto Liam tight. Scott watched with a smile.

"You must be tired. Go and get some rest. I will be back soon." Liam spoke gently and planted a kiss on Brianna's forehead.

Unwillingly, Brianna let him go.

As soon as he got back in the car, the driver drove off immediately. Even the driver knew what was going on.

Brianna stood there helplessly, watching the car leave. Her heart was racing nervously.

You may also like

30 Days With My Dashing One-Night Stand Billionaire Novel Cover
9.8
After catching her boyfriend banging her coursemate, Luna ends up in a club with her friend, in a bid to forget it all. There, she meets this dashing guy who she jumps on without hesitation and requests for wild sex. It was supposed to be a one-night stand— one hell of a one-night stand that gave her shivers, but what she wasn't expecting was to meet him again. Not as the one who helped her brother secure a business deal and the one in whose house she would be spending the next thirty days. His name is Xander Storm— a dashing billionaire and one of the most eligible bachelors in Bayview. The shock goes both ways because the two of them relished the one-night stand and acknowledged that it felt more than one— but weren't expecting to see each other again. What will these thirty days be like? Will they pretend it never happened, or will they give in to the growing feelings that gnawed at their hearts? What will Xander's growing feelings for Luna mean for his revenge against the death of his parents, and for his enemies?
After His Mistress Claimed Pregnancy, I Took Control Novel Cover
9.1
The morning sun spilled across the Calcutta marble of my kitchen island, casting long, sharp shadows over the pristine surface. Ten years. A decade of my life, distilled into the slow simmer of a red wine reduction and the precise chopping of fresh rosemary. Tonight was our tenth wedding anniversary, and I was playing the role I had perfected over three thousand, six hundred and fifty days: the flawless, devoted wife. My phone buzzed against the stone. An unknown number. I wiped my hands on a linen towel and tapped the screen. The image loaded instantly in high definition. It was a photograph, deliberately framed and lit by the muted glow of a hotel bedside lamp. Dorian was asleep, his jaw relaxed, his bare chest exposed above a tangle of white sheets.
Claimed By My Ex's Powerful Billionaire Uncle Novel Cover
8.0
Abigayle was the proud heir to the Pena Group, living a perfect life and engaged to Jeffery Sullivan. But the morning after a charity gala, she woke up drugged in a hotel room, blinded by paparazzi cameras. Her fiancé and her best friend stood at the foot of the bed, throwing a forged pregnancy report at her face to publicly frame her for cheating. The betrayal was only the beginning of the slaughter. Before she could even clear her name, the Sullivan family ruthlessly bankrupted her family's company overnight. Her father was rushed to the ICU with a heart attack, her brother was run off the road into a coma, and violent repo men raided her penthouse. Just as she was thrown out into the freezing rain, Jeffery's terrifying uncle, Donovan Sullivan—the very mastermind who engineered her family's ruin—stepped in. He offered to cover the life-saving medical bills, but only if she agreed to become his personal plaything. Abigayle's blood turned to ice. She couldn't understand how the people she trusted most could plot such a vicious, coordinated destruction just to break an engagement. How dared the man who destroyed her entire family stand there playing the savior, trying to buy her body with her own stolen wealth? Facing a $100,000 hospital deadline and abandoned by everyone she knew, she didn't shed another tear. "I will never beg him." Clutching her last diamond bracelet, she hailed a cab straight to the biggest pawnshop in the Diamond District. The Sullivans thought they had buried her, but her counterattack was just beginning.
Ex-Husband's Fall, My Rise Novel Cover
8.8
I stared at the untouched scrambled eggs on my plate, watching them slowly lose their warmth as Derek's words hung in the air between us. "I need you to step down from your position at Morrison," he said, not even looking up from his phone. The morning light streaming through our kitchen window caught the gold of his wedding band—a ring he still wore despite this being our seventh divorce proceeding. "Derek, we've talked about this." I kept my voice steady, though something inside me was already crumbling. "This promotion means everything to me. I've worked three years for this opportunity." He finally looked up, his blue eyes cold and distant. "Mara needs it more." Of course. Mara always needed everything more. "Mara has connections," he continued, his tone dismissive. "She can bring investors to Morrison that you never could.
Flash Marriage To The Hidden Billionaire Novel Cover
8.0
My abusive step-family isolated me completely, holding my mother's medical funds hostage to control my every move. Yesterday, they finalized my sale. "You will marry Rudy Petrov next month. He is fifty, wealthy, and willing to overlook your lack of pedigree." Pushed to the absolute edge, I did the insane. I posted an ad online offering my life savings of $50,000 for a contract husband. A stranger named Brennan agreed. But my family wouldn't let me go. They forced me back for a dinner by threatening my mother's life-saving prescriptions. At the table, they relentlessly mocked my new "poor IT guy" husband and intentionally burned my hand with boiling tea. Worse, the housekeeper locked me in a guest room and forced drugs down my throat so Rudy could come in and assault me. I lay there paralyzed on the floor, bleeding from Rudy's slap, utterly terrified. I couldn't understand why my own family would throw me to the wolves, and I felt a crushing guilt for dragging an innocent, ordinary guy into my nightmare. Until a pitch-black Maybach smashed through the estate's wrought-iron gates at eighty miles an hour. My "poor" husband kicked the solid oak doors off their hinges, beat Rudy half to death, and carried me out into the rain. I didn't know it yet, but the ordinary man I hired to save me was a ruthless billionaire, and he was about to erase my family's entire empire by morning.
He Killed Me Once, But I Was Reborn Novel Cover
8.9
It was almost twelve when I carefully took out an elegant Hermès container and walked out my car—I brought Ambrose his favorite lunch, truffle risotto with wild mushrooms, the way his grandmother used to make it, paired with that rare Bordeaux he'd been saving. Yes. I was about to show up and surprise him. The Sterling Group headquarters towered over Manhattan like a glass monument to old money and new power. I'd been here countless times for galas and board meetings, but never like this—never as the devoted wife bringing lunch to her hardworking husband. The marble lobby echoed with the click of my Louboutin heels as I swept past the security desk, my Chanel coat billowing behind me. "Mrs. Sterling," the receptionist beamed, "Mr. Sterling isn't expecting you, is he?" "It's a surprise," I said, my smile radiant with anticipation. "Don't announce me." The elevator climbed fifty floors in silence, my reflection multiplied in the polished steel walls. I looked perfect—every hair in place, makeup flawless, the picture of Manhattan elegance. Good. The executive floor stretched before me in hushed luxury, all mahogany and Persian rugs. Ambrose's corner office sat at the end, its double doors slightly ajar. I could hear voices inside—his deep baritone that always attracted. Yet I also heard something strange, and I reckoned that voice.