THE BILLIONAIRE'S OBSESSION (OBSESS BILLIONAIRE BOOK 1)

t of her vanity mirror, starin

rs left to cry. She ha

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 h

r drawer and pulled out a business card-t

he was willing t

nd, and a part of her feared she wouldn't be a

her own organs before she let her fa

sion. She was going to see Mr. Moretti. She would beg if she had to. She would

er's hesitant voice reached her as

f. She ignored him, her heart still heavy with resentment. Without a word, s

o the address pri

in front of a towering black skyscraper wit

ive, yet elegant, exu

s about to meet owned something like this. If Mr. Guiller Moretti was this powerful, he ha

, she walked tow

ecurity personnel st

etti. He gave me his card," she sa

swept over her, scrutini

elonged here. Dressed in a Superman T-shirt and ripped jeans, with her hair tied

, speaking in low tones b

?" His tone was more respect

ssica Chongson

the name through his walkie-talkie.

th floor, Ma'am." He gestu

tered before maki

nto the building, she wa

stood at the center of the lobby-a marble statue of a nude woman holding a vase at her side, water casca

a waiting lounge with plush leather couches. Large ornate v

e spotted the e

Jessica straightened her sho

far. There was n

ople were staring at her as sh

could

essionalism, while she looked like she was on her way to the marketplace. A wave

the elevator and stepped inside

e said to the el

d at her, as if he hadn

13th floor," she repeated,

ed whispers fill

e weight of their

m?" she wondered, ir