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The Billionaire'S Maid

THE BILLIONAIRE’S OBSESSION WITH GREEN

Genre: Billionaire Romance / Obsession / Corporate War / Emotional Drama • A sharp-tongued small-town girl falls into the dangerous love of the most powerful oil mogul in Mexico. But when she becomes the target of his enemies—and his obsession—she must decide if love is worth losing herself… or if he’s worth betraying. • Joseph León was the most feared name in oil — Mexico’s oil tycoon with empires that stretched across oceans. His name opened doors in Dubai, whispered in Geneva, and commanded boardrooms in Texas. But in the private sanctum of his glass-walled penthouse above Mexico City, the only thing that brought him to his knees… was Green. Green Ariza. The sharp-tongued, warm-eyed girl from the southeast — who didn’t care for oil, power, or the billions in his offshore accounts. And that terrified Joseph more than any corporate war. She stormed into his office, her heels clicking furiously against the Italian marble. Her worn leather bag slammed onto the chair with finality. “I want to talk to you, Joseph!” she snapped. Behind his desk, Joseph was mid-call with a venture capitalist from Qatar, trying to lock in a deal worth $1.3 billion. He held up one finger without looking up — only for a second — then paused. His eyes met hers. Sharp. Furious. Tired of something. He ended the call. “I’ll speak to you later,” he said calmly, before the voice on the other line could protest. “Yes, I know it’s urgent.” He hung up, removed his glasses, and leaned back in his chair. His gaze softened. “What does my love want that has her so upset?” he asked, like the storm in her eyes didn’t scare him. “A Maserati? Givenchy? My black card is right there—just whisper what you want, and it’s yours.” Green exhaled, shaking her head. “I’m not here for gifts, Joseph.” “I know.” “No, you don’t. You always think money can fix things.” “I absolutely don’t think that.” “You bought the company I worked for because I said I was scared of getting fired—how is that not thinking money fixes things?” “I bought it,” he said quietly, “because it was the only way I could keep seeing you. You were avoiding me. Saying you couldn’t risk your job. So I made it yours. You’re head of creative strategy now. With triple your old salary. And you only work when you want.” She turned away, rubbing her forehead. “Green,” he said, his voice a low murmur now. “Can I touch you?” She blinked at him. “Are you asking permission to touch me?” “You usually get angry when I touch you during a fight,” he said honestly, standing slowly. “You say I use it to make you forget why you’re mad.” “…Because you do.” “And you let me.” She turned to face him, and for a moment, neither said a word. He reached out, gently, his hand grazing her elbow. “So tell me, why are you really angry?” She looked away. “Is it because of the girl at the gala?” he asked. Her head snapped back toward him. “She’s like a sister. My father’s goddaughter.” “She was holding your hand.” “She’s grieving. Her brother was assassinated in Bogotá.” Green stepped back, arms folded. “You don’t even see how many women throw themselves at you. My mother tells me I’m stupid for staying. That I should leave you and marry someone safer. Someone like Don Frederick.” Joseph’s jaw tightened. “Don Frederick is a snake with a fake smile and a poisoned chalice. He’s not safe, he’s subtle. That’s worse.” “My mother doesn’t care,” Green said bitterly. “She only sees headlines. And dollar signs.” “What do you see?” he asked, stepping closer. “When you look at me. What do you see?” She didn’t answer. He touched her cheek, gently. “Do you think I’d let myself love anyone but you? I’d burn down every oil well I own before I lose you.” She blinked. “Don’t say things like that.” “Why? Because you believe me?” “No,” she whispered. “Because I do.”
Iran_Thorne · 4.9K Views

The Billionaire's Dangerous Redemption

Three days. That’s how close I was to marrying Alistair, the man I’d loved for six years, the man whose life I’d literally saved with my own rare blood. I was just admiring the final pearl on my wedding dress, a gown I’d poured my soul into, when he called. The wedding? Off. He was marrying my stepsister, Ivy. Her dying wish, he said. Six months to live, maybe less. The kicker? He’d already taken my wedding dress from my studio for her. Just like that, six years, countless transfusions, our shared dreams – all tossed aside for the girl who’d made my life a living hell since childhood. He even offered me “compensation,” as if my future had a price tag. But if Alistair and Ivy thought I’d just crumble, they seriously underestimated me. They wanted my fiancé? Fine. But it would cost them. First, our multi-million-dollar fashion company, Evening Gala – built on my designs, my vision. He signed it over. Then, a cool million for the stolen dress. He paid. Another million for the wedding jewelry they dared to ask me to hand over for Ivy. Cha-ching. You’d think they’d learn. But no. Their next proposal was the most insulting yet: Alistair actually suggested that I should just wait. That after Ivy’s ‘inevitable’ passing in a few months, he and I could just pick up where we left off, have an even better wedding. Seriously? Enough was enough. If Ivy wanted to play bride with my life, she was going to get a taste of what happens when you push someone too far. Let's just say her hospital room celebration involved a lot more smoke, water, and screaming than she bargained for, all thanks to a little wedding gift from yours truly. Now they know I’m not the same Hazel they could walk all over. I’ve got my company, a pile of their cash, and a whole lot of scores to settle. They think this is over? This game of revenge is just getting started. And believe me, I play to win.
Claire Winters · 289.7K Views

Billionaire's unwritten vows

Ava Sinclair thought she had her life figured out. Smart, independent, and fiercely ambitious, she made a career of crafting perfect matches for others while avoiding love herself. Trust was a luxury she couldn’t afford, especially in a world where loyalty had a price tag. Then Damien Blackwood stormed into her carefully ordered life. Cold, ruthless, and devastatingly handsome, Damien is a man burdened by a dark legacy. His family’s curse demands he marry before a deadline or lose everything. Ava is his unexpected solution: a contract marriage with no strings attached. No emotions. No mess. Just business. But nothing about Damien or their dangerous attraction stays simple for long. As Ava steps into Damien’s opulent yet secretive world, she finds herself entangled in more than just a cold agreement. Whispers of betrayal, hidden enemies, and old scars threaten to unravel everything. And when a night out ends in near disaster, Ava realizes the real danger isn’t the outside world it’s the vulnerability growing inside her. Damien might have sworn never to fall, but Ava stirs something fierce and possessive in him that he never expected.Their arrangement is simple: a contract marriage with strict rules, no attachments, no messy feelings. Ava tells herself it’s just business. Damien promises himself he won’t want her. But some fires were meant to burn. Drawn into Damien’s dark, glittering world, Ava is forced to face desires she’s buried for years. Every glance, every accidental touch, chips away at the distance between them until one mistake, one night, one kiss, threatens to destroy the fragile truce they've built. Lines blur. Walls crumble. And two broken souls will have to choose: cling to the past that shaped them... Or fight for a future neither dared dream about. "The Billionaire’s Unwritten Vows" is a heart-pounding, slow-burn romance filled with emotional tension, fierce chemistry, dark secrets and the ultimate question: Can love truly rewrite a destiny written in blood? Warning: This might be a slow burn.
Praise_Paris · 15.3K Views

The Billionaire’s Forgotten Bride

What if the person you loved most in the world, the one who knew your every scar, secret, and soft place woke up one day and looked at you like a stranger? Billionaire tech mogul Kairo Lancaster was known for his brilliance, ruthlessness in the boardroom, and a private life so tightly locked that not even tabloids could scratch its surface. But what the world didn’t know, what even his closest aides didn’t suspect, was that during a rare moment of escape overseas, Kairo did something wildly uncharacteristic: he fell in love. Deeply, entirely, and quietly married the woman who changed him. Her name was Noelle Reyes, a compassionate, quietly resilient woman with a mysterious past and a strength that matched Kairo’s own. Their whirlwind romance unfolded under Moroccan lanterns, whispered vows made without witnesses or legal signatures. It was unorthodox, untraceable and unbreakable. Until the crash. A tragic private jet accident shattered everything. Kairo survived barely. He awoke two months later in a hospital in London, battered, scarred, and with no memory of his wife, their secret marriage, or the life they’d begun to build together. All he had was a hollow sense of grief without a name and flashes of warmth that didn’t belong to anyone he could recall. For Noelle, it was worse than death. Erased from his memory, and without any legal proof of their union, she couldn’t claim to be his wife. Not to the hospital, not to his advisors, not to the media. So she did the only thing she could do, she stayed close in the only way left to her: under an alias, posing as a volunteer and later, a temporary housekeeper at his estate. Every day she cleans the rooms he doesn’t remember sharing with her. Every night she writes in a journal addressed to the man who once called her his compass. She watches him search for something he can’t name, feeling helpless, hopeful, and torn between revealing the truth or letting love find its way back on its own. Meanwhile, Kairo is haunted by fragments: a woman’s laughter, the scent of citrus, the ghost of promises made in candlelight. Everyone tells him it’s his mind’s attempt to fill the blanks. But his heart disagrees, his soul remembers what his memory can’t. As his recovery progresses, he becomes increasingly obsessed with uncovering the identity of the woman he dreams about. And every time he looks at the quiet housekeeper with the too-familiar eyes, he feels like he’s almost home. But when memory returns, will it come gently or like a flood that exposes all the lies she was forced to tell? And will love once built in fire and sealed by a vow whispered under foreign stars be strong enough to survive being forgotten?
Oluwatosin_Akinola_6174 · 6.6K Views
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