Trapped by the Billionaire’s Unyielding Obsession

Trapped by the Billionaire’s Unyielding Obsession

4.5rating
58chapters
jennexx
Age GapForbidden LoveLove At First SightBetrayalSecond ChanceOne-Night StandBossGood GirlDarkHeart WrenchingRomantic

Zarik Androv, a ruthless billionaire business tycoon, has built his empire through power, control, and a calculated disregard for sentiment. His world of privilege and success is shaken the night he encounters Tatiana, a pure and innocent beauty, at an exclusive club. A single moment of temptation leads to a passionate one-night stand, leaving Zarik conflicted and consumed by an unfamiliar desire. Despite being married to a woman of status, Zarik cannot ignore the magnetic pull he feels toward Tatiana. The intense connection feels wrong, yet so right. As the months unfold, Zarik’s life spirals into chaos when he discovers that Tatiana is pregnant with twins. Now, Zarik must navigate the turmoil between his marriage, his growing feelings for Tatiana, and the impending arrival of his children. Will he succumb to the love he feels for Tatiana, or will he continue to uphold the life he has built at the cost of his heart? As secrets unfold and choices become more difficult, Zarik’s world of control begins to unravel in ways he never anticipated.

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As Zarik Androv leaned back against the velvet booth, his gaze was fixated on the woman on the dance floor. The low lighting of the club accentuated the fluid movements of her body as she swirled gracefully, lost in the rhythm of the music. Every step, every twist of her body, seemed like it was made for the spotlight. There was something almost ethereal about her, like she existed in a world of her own… untouchable, pure, innocent. Her hair cascaded down her back in waves, and her face was framed by a soft smile, her eyes closed in bliss. Zarik couldn’t tear his eyes away. The room around him seemed to fade as he watched her every move. He felt his pulse quicken, a familiar warmth starting to spread through him. His body tensed involuntarily. The way she danced, so carefree, so innocent… it stirred something deep within him, something primal. One of his friends, Eli, nudged him, noticing Zarik’s intense stare. “Dude,” Eli said with a chuckle, “you look like you’ve seen a ghost… or maybe… an angel?” Zarik didn’t respond immediately. His eyes never left the woman, his thoughts a tangle of desire and confusion. “She’s unreal,” he muttered, barely audible. Another friend, Alex, raised an eyebrow and followed Zarik’s gaze. “Oh, man, I see what you mean. She’s like… something out of a dream. You planning to make a move?” Zarik shook his head slightly, his eyes still locked on her. “I don’t know. I just… I can’t stop looking at her.” Eli laughed, glancing at Zarik with a teasing smirk. “You’re obsessed, bro. If you don’t go over there, I’m gonna have to do it for you.” Zarik’s jaw tightened as his body reacted to the sight of her, the pulse in his chest racing faster now. He could feel the warmth of the alcohol in his veins, mixing with the heat of his desire. “I don’t think I can. It’s like… she’s out of my league.” Alex snorted. “Come on, man, you’ve got this. Just go talk to her. What’s the worst that could happen?” His friends, seeing his unwavering focus on the woman on the dance floor, couldn’t resist pushing him a little further. “Yo, Zarik,” Eli said with a mischievous grin, nudging him in the ribs. “What about Veronica? You know, your wife? Isn’t she the one you’re supposed to be crazy about?” Zarik blinked, torn from his trance as his friends chuckled, and he shot them a quick glance. His lips tightened, a sharp edge to his voice. “What about her?” he snapped, though he could feel the heat rising in his chest. Alex raised an eyebrow, his smirk growing wider. “I dunno, man, looks like someone’s got their eyes on a different prize tonight.” Eli snickered. “Come on, Zarik, you’re a married man. How’s Veronica gonna feel about this little crush of yours?” Zarik shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his gaze briefly flicking back to the woman still swaying on the dance floor. His heart raced with an unfamiliar guilt, but it wasn’t enough to make him look away. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to keep his composure. “It’s not like that,” he muttered, though his voice lacked conviction. Eli leaned in closer, his grin turning teasing. “Come on, bro, we both know you’d drop everything if she asked you to dance. Look at her. She’s a damn goddess.” Alex snorted. “And Veronica? She’s what? The wife at home, the one you’ve already got?” Zarik clenched his jaw, feeling both frustrated and conflicted. His friends were pushing his buttons, but deep down, a part of him couldn’t deny that the woman on the floor was mesmerizing. “Veronica’s… Veronica’s different,” he muttered, his tone defensive. Eli shrugged, pretending to be serious. “Yeah, sure, she’s different. But that doesn’t mean you can’t appreciate the view, right?” The teasing wasn’t letting up, and Zarik could feel his patience thinning. He glanced back at the woman once more, only to find himself drawn in even deeper by her innocent beauty. He tried to shrug it off, but the guilt gnawed at him, mixed with the undeniable pull of desire. He exhaled sharply, trying to regain some semblance of control. “I’m not doing anything,” he said flatly, hoping his friends would drop it. But Alex wasn’t done. “We’ll see how long that lasts. Veronica’s gonna hear all about this when we leave, man.” Zarik threw a glare at them. “Just shut up.” But his friends only laughed louder, the atmosphere heavy with playful mockery as they watched him try to resist the urge to give in. The teasing from his friends still echoed in his ears, but Zarik’s focus was elsewhere. His thoughts were consumed by the woman on the dance floor, and the more he tried to shake off the urge to approach her, the stronger it became. She was like a magnet, drawing him in, and the pull was almost impossible to ignore. He could feel his heart hammering in his chest, and his mind raced with a swirl of emotions he wasn’t sure how to handle. His friends were still laughing and joking, but it was all muffled now. All Zarik could hear was the music, the rhythm, and the image of her body moving so gracefully, so effortlessly. The temptation was too great, and he knew if he stayed here any longer, he wouldn’t be able to control himself. “Fuck it,” Zarik muttered under his breath, barely noticing he’d spoken aloud. He stood up abruptly, drawing the attention of his friends. “Dude, where are you going?” Eli asked, a grin still playing on his lips. Zarik didn’t respond. He was already walking toward the dance floor, his body moving without thinking. The noise of the club, the chatter, and the music all blurred together as he approached her, the sight of her so close now making his pulse quicken even more. His friends watched him, still laughing, but a flicker of surprise passing through their expressions as they realized he wasn’t just teasing. He was serious. Zarik couldn’t help himself. As he stepped closer to her, his arms moved almost automatically, wrapping around her waist from behind. The moment his hands made contact with her, he felt an electric shock pulse through his body. Her warmth seeped into his skin, and for a brief second, he forgot where he was, who he was. All he could focus on was her. He heard a soft gasp escape her lips, a sound so delicate and fragile it made his chest tighten. His heart pounded in his ears, louder than the music around them. He could feel her body tense for just a moment, then relax into his grip as if she were allowing herself to melt into him. Her breath hitched slightly, and Zarik’s breath caught in his throat as he leaned in closer, his chin resting just above her shoulder. Her scent was intoxicating… sweet and floral, a delicate mix that made him dizzy. But it was her eyes that truly consumed him. As she turned her head slightly, her eyes met his. They were the most vivid blue he’d ever seen, like the clearest ocean or the summer sky on the perfect day. The depth in those eyes seemed to draw him in, pulling him deeper into her world, and he found himself lost in them. He couldn’t look away. He didn’t want to. “You’re… close,” she whispered, her voice soft, almost distant, as if she were floating in a haze. She blinked slowly, her blue eyes heavy and dazed. “What’s your name?” Zarik couldn’t tear his gaze from her eyes, feeling a rush of heat flood through his veins. “Zarik,” he managed to say, his voice rough. “Zarik… and you?” His hands tightened involuntarily around her waist, pulling her a little closer, but he couldn’t bring himself to apologize or pull away. She smiled, though it was a little hazy, her lips parting as she spoke again. “I’m… Tatiana,” she murmured, her voice a little breathless. “Tatiana…” Zarik repeated, almost reverently, savoring the way her name sounded. His hands were still firmly around her waist, feeling the warmth of her body against him. “You don’t know how beautiful you are,” he whispered, his voice low, almost to himself. His mind was racing, his words spilling out before he could stop them. “Your eyes… I can’t stop looking at them.” Her eyes fluttered lazily, her lips curling into a soft smile as she tilted her head, seemingly confused but intrigued. “My eyes?” she asked softly. “I… didn’t know they were so special.” Zarik’s heart skipped a beat. Special? His mind reeled. There was nothing about her that wasn’t special… everything about her seemed to exist in perfect harmony, from her eyes to the way she moved, to the way she stood there, so effortlessly beautiful. “Your eyes,” he repeated, his voice filled with awe. “They’re like the ocean… or the sky… no, better than that. They’re the kind of blue that makes everything else seem dull. I can’t take my eyes off them.” His hands slid slightly from her waist, barely touching her side, as he marveled at her beauty. “I don’t know what it is, but I can’t stop looking at you, Tatiana. You’re like… you’re like a dream. You’re perfect.” She laughed softly, though the sound was faint, as though she wasn’t fully aware of what he was saying. Her hands rested lightly on his, and she leaned back slightly, looking up at him through half-lidded eyes. “You must be drunk too,” she teased, though her words were slow, almost a little slurred. Zarik shook his head, a grin spreading across his face. “No, I’m sober… but I think you’ve got me seeing things that aren’t real.” His voice was heavy with desire, and he leaned in closer, brushing his lips lightly against her ear. “You’ve got this way about you… this beauty that’s so pure, so innocent. I can’t… I can’t stop thinking about it.” She shivered slightly at the close contact, her body swaying gently in his arms. Zarik felt a surge of something dark and possessive within him, something he couldn’t explain. All he wanted was to keep her there, to keep her close to him, to make her feel the same way he felt. He wanted to drown in those blue eyes, to lose himself in her beauty. It was an obsession… a hunger he couldn’t deny. “Zarik,” she whispered again, this time her voice almost a sigh. “You’re… making me dizzy.” Zarik swallowed hard, his grip tightening around her waist as he pulled her even closer, feeling the warmth of her body against his. “I don’t know what’s happening to me,” he confessed, his voice rough with emotion. “But I can’t help it. You… you’re everything I’ve been looking for. I don’t care if it’s crazy. You’re… too beautiful.” Her blue eyes met his again, and Zarik felt as if the whole world had narrowed to just the two of them. The room, the music, the people… they all disappeared. All that was left was her, and the way her beauty consumed him. He was obsessed, and it was only a matter of time before he lost himself completely to her. Zarik couldn’t help himself. The desire, the pull, it was too much to ignore. His mind raced as he looked down at Tatiana, her body swaying gently in his arms, her blue eyes still heavy with the lingering effects of alcohol. Her lips were slightly parted, and that soft, lazy smile never left her face. She looked so innocent, so vulnerable in that moment, and yet there was something dangerously intoxicating about her, something that made it impossible for him to pull away. He leaned in closer, his lips almost brushing her ear as he whispered, his voice low and husky, “Do you want to get out of here?” The words felt like they hung in the air, thick with meaning, and Zarik held his breath as he waited for her response. The music pulsed around them, but all he could hear was the sound of his own heartbeat and the soft, slow rhythm of her breath. Tatiana’s head tilted slightly, her eyes narrowing just enough to focus on him. She blinked slowly, as if processing his words, her lips curling into a mischievous grin as she leaned in closer, her voice barely a whisper. “Out of here?” she repeated, her breath warm against his skin. “Where would we go?” His heart raced faster, his grip on her waist tightening slightly. He could feel the heat radiating from her body, and the temptation to pull her closer, to claim her, was almost overwhelming. “Anywhere,” he whispered back, his voice barely audible over the music. “Anywhere but here.” Her smile deepened, her eyes flickering with something unreadable, and Zarik’s mind raced. She was drunk, and a part of him knew he should stop, that he should leave her be, but in that moment, he couldn’t pull himself away. His body was already responding to her, and every instinct he had told him to keep going, to not let the moment slip away. Tatiana’s hand lightly traced his arm, her touch soft and slow, as if savoring the feeling of his skin beneath her fingertips. “I think I like the sound of that,” she murmured, her voice thick with that intoxicating haze. “Wherever you want…” Zarik felt a rush of heat surge through him at her words, and he knew, in that moment, that he couldn’t back down. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her cheek as he spoke again, his voice tight with want. “Then let’s go,” he said, the words barely escaping his lips. “Let’s get out of here.” And with that, he pulled her gently toward him, guiding her out of the crowded dance floor, every step feeling like he was walking deeper into a world where only the two of them existed.