Taming The Billionaire's Obsession - Chapter 1: Chapter 1

"Colin, stop... please. This is your room with Jane." A woman's soft, teasing voice floated from the master bedroom of the suite next door.
At this sound, Jane Ritter's eyes flew open, and she sat up abruptly. Her wedding to Colin Drake was tomorrow. She'd come to decorate their home despite her high fever, but she passed out soon later.
She wondered, 'Am I hallucinating? I think I must have heard Lydia's voice... Why?'
"What if Jane finds out about us?" The gentle voice broke the silence again, and Jane's heart sank. She couldn't have mistaken it—that was Lydia Ritter, her half-sister. She just didn't get what Lydia was doing with Colin in the next room.
On shaky legs, Jane staggered to the door and pushed it open, making her way to the master bedroom.
This was supposed to be her and Colin's space. She had come here today to prepare it for their wedding night, arranging a few personal touches to make it feel special.
"So what? You're so much better than that shameless Jane. What right does she have to question you?" Colin's cold voice cut through the air.
Jane's hand froze on the doorknob. She thought, 'Colin... it's really him inside? He actually thinks of me like that?'
Lydia continued, "Colin, I had no idea you felt that way about me. It's such a shame you're marrying Jane tomorrow. Poor you—Jane is so desperate. Everyone in Jovinia knows she threw herself at professors and judges last year just to win that award."
Colin sneered, "Don't worry about it. The wedding is off. Jane isn't good enough to marry me. I've already told your father—I won't marry a woman like her. Tomorrow, Jane will just be a fool who got left at the altar."
Jane's spirits plummeted. Her eyes widened in disbelief as the words struck her like a punch to the gut. This was Colin, her boyfriend for years. He had always promised to trust her, to stand by her no matter what.
But now, he was choosing to believe the rumors—that she had slept with professors and judges to win a jewelry design award. And now he even messed with Lydia in their bedroom.
A wave of anger and hurt surged through Jane. She wanted to storm in and confront Colin, to demand answers.
But as she took a step, her legs gave way, and she nearly collapsed. Her head spun, the fever making her feel weak and dizzy.
But she couldn't let them see her like this. She forced herself to take a deep breath and stumbled out of the room.
The elevator doors closed behind her with a gentle, polished swoosh, and suddenly, she felt her resolve crumble. She sank to the floor, tears slipping silently down her cheeks.
After being framed and expelled from college, she had thought Colin was the only one who would still believe in her. But he had let her down. She didn't understand—if he didn't trust her, why had he given her hope in the first place?
The elevator dinged softly. Jane was still sitting on the marble floor, her hair a mess, eyes red and tear-streaked. Only her slender lower leg, peeking out from under her skirt, looked untouched—smooth and perfectly shaped.
"Who are you?" The voice was deep and cool, with a hint of impatience, drifting in from outside the elevator.
Jane blinked, her mind foggy. She looked up and realized the elevator had reached the top floor. The doors were wide open, and there stood a tall man, wrapped in a dark robe.
His hair was damp and tousled, and his eyes were cold and piercing. The robe gaped slightly, revealing a chiseled frame that made her heart skip a beat. His face was sharp and handsome, with an unusual flush to his cheeks.
Jane took a deep breath. She remembered that this building, one of the most exclusive in the city, had only one apartment per floor. The higher the floor, the more prestigious the resident. Even Colin, with his wealthy background, could only afford a middle-floor unit.
And the elevators required a card key to operate, and each key was programmed to access only the owner's specific floor. So this man had to be the penthouse owner.
"I—" she started.
But the man's brows twitched with irritation. His eyes flashed with anger. "You didn't shower before you came," he said, more a statement than a question.
Before Jane could even respond, the man's fingers were already gripping her chin. He studied her as if she were some object he was evaluating.
"Ouch... that hurts..." Jane's voice was barely a whisper, soft and breathy. She was startled by how delicate she sounded, as if she were someone else entirely.
But the soft sound seemed to please him. His grip eased just a little, and he tilted his head, taking in her flushed face. Her face, red from her cold, looked even more enticing without makeup, like a ripe, juicy peach.
"Just remember to take a shower next time. I like women who are clean," he said, his voice smooth and low. He bent down and lifted her into his arms.
Her hands instinctively clutched at his robe as she let out a scream. "Sir, I'm not—" she started, confusion washing over her.
Before she could finish, he silenced her with a hard kiss, pinching her chin again. Ignoring her protests, he carried her straight into the apartment.
She realized in an instant—he'd mistaken her for someone else. He thought she was the kind of woman who came to him willingly.
The door slammed shut behind her. Jane felt herself pushed against it by the man's firm grip. His cool, masculine scent, mingled with the raw energy, hit her all at once.
This was her first kiss. She'd been with Colin for so long, and they'd never crossed this line.
"Sir, please—" Her voice was cut short.
The kiss was intense and forceful, and Jane, inexperienced, found herself unable to resist. Her legs felt weak, and she went limp, relying on his arms to hold her up.
"Remember, I don't like women talking too much at a time like this," he warned, gently but firmly slapping her hip.
Jane trembled, her whole small body shaking.
Jane looked up at him, her vision blurred by tears, but the dim light in the apartment made his face unclear.
She smelled faintly of tuberose—something sweet, with a touch of mystery. He held her waist firmly and murmured in a deep, rough voice, "I love your scent. So sweet... Stay still."
Jane went rigid, feeling his breath on her ear. She suddenly realized just how intense the man holding her was. His grip was unnaturally strong, and she couldn't break free. "Sir... you don't seem right..." she managed to whisper, her voice strained.
Before she could finish, her last piece of clothing was ripped off violently, leaving her exposed.