The Billionaire's Dangerous Obsession - Chapter 56: Chapter 56

The afternoon sun filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a soft glow over the bedroom, but it did little to lift Nivera’s mood.
She lay sprawled on the bed, fingers swiping aimlessly through her phone screen.
Her social media, although still blowing up with notifications, wasn't helping either.
What was the point of having her name cleared if there were no brand emails, no collaboration offers
Her two years was almost up, and if she didn't fulfill her part of the deal, then she would be signing her life away to her father to do as he pleased with her.
Her chest rose and fell in a quiet sigh, the silence in the room pressing down on her like an invisible weight.
“I should get an agent,” she muttered under her breath, tossing her phone beside her on the bed and staring up at the ceiling.
But no sooner had the thought taken shape than the memory of the last one she had flooding back in.
The lies, the stolen opportunities, the leaked texts to blogs, the career sabotage in the name of “image control”. Her jaw clenched.
“Yeah, no,” she muttered, dragging a hand down her face. “We’re not doing that again.”
She sat up, folding her legs underneath her, then groaned in frustration as she roughly ran her fingers through her hair.
One day she would go bald from the way she kept on pulling it.
“Shouldn’t the brand deals be coming in by now?” She snapped aloud, like the universe owed her a response.
“The Nathaniel thing is over. The truth is out. I should be getting interviews. Headlines. Something.”
But there was only quiet and the sound of her own bitterness settling in her throat.
And speaking of bitterness…
Her mind betrayed her yet again by drifting back to the one other thing that had been irritating her in a different way: Alejandro.
Her chest tightened involuntarily at the thought. The things they had done yesterday. The kiss. The closeness. The electric moment of surrender between them.
Gone. Like it never happened.
He had already left before she woke up, and not once had he sent a message. No text. No check-in. He was usually beside her, waiting for her to wake up, but none of that happened today.
Was kissing her that bad to him that he made him have a reset?
In theory, it should have made her happy, but for some reason, it didn’t.
Instead, it made her more frustrated.
More confused and more unsettled.
“He’s not my boyfriend,” she reminded herself aloud, arms crossed tightly over her chest. “He’s not interested in love, so none of it means anything to him.”
So why the hell did his silence annoy her this much?
She threw herself back onto the bed, groaning into a pillow. It wasn’t like she wanted a bouquet of roses or a love letter.
But maybe a simple “Good morning” wouldn’t have killed him?
Heck, she would have taken the annoying way he always made her wake up.
She was mid-eye roll, trying to mentally erase him from her system, when her phone buzzed beside her.
Her heart did something stupid—it leapt as she hoped it was a text from him.
She sat up, snatched the phone, and blinked at the name on the screen: Alejandro.
Her fingers hovered, unsure of what to expect. Was he finally reaching out about yesterday? An apology? An explanation?
There was no logical reason to expect any of the three, but that didn't stop her from thinking about it.
But the moment she tapped the notification and read the message, whatever stupid smile had begun to creep across her face died an immediate and painless death.
Alejandro: We have a function tonight. Get ready. You’re accompanying me as my girlfriend.
Nivera blinked as she read it again.
That was it. No “hey”, no “how are you?” No context. Just a cold command, like she was another item in his wardrobe that he needed to accessorise his suit.
She scoffed out loud, tossing the phone back onto the bed.
“Are you serious right now?” She muttered, staring at the screen like it might apologize for him.
The tone. The gall. The straight-to-the-point coldness of it. She could feel his arrogance bleeding through the damn text.
Back to square one.
She picked the phone back up nonetheless and typed a short response.
Nivera: I don’t have anything to wear.
Short. Direct. Not that it would change anything. Arguing with him about not wanting to go was a waste of time.
He didn’t care whether she wanted to attend or not. It was a directive, not a request.
She waited for his response, and the seconds dragged into a minute and then two before his reply came through:
Alejandro: Get ready and go outside the mansion. A driver will pick you up, and you’ll be taken to get a dress and anything else you’ll need. You’re going to be following me through a series of functions.
Nivera sighed heavily.
“Oh, that didn’t work,” she muttered to herself, dropping the phone again. Not that she thought it would, anyway.”
Without wasting time, she swung her legs off the bed and padded into the bathroom.
After a quick rinse, she threw on a pair of jeans and a long-sleeved black top, not bothering with makeup.
If she was going shopping for a dress, she’d be dolled up later anyway, so there was no need to waste effort now.
By the time she walked out the front door, a sleek black car was already waiting in the driveway. The driver stepped out as soon as he saw her.
“Miss Elton”, he greeted with a polite nod. “We’ll be heading to the shopping mall.”
She didn’t respond but just gave a silent nod and slipped into the back seat.
As the car began to move, her fingers itched for her phone again. She stared at it a moment, battling with herself, before sending a new message.
Nivera: How am I supposed to pay for anything?
The response came faster this time.
Alejandro: My card will be brought to you. I know you've lived in poverty after leaving your family, but try not to let it show and get some designer dresses. Don't embarrass me.
And that was his last text before he went offline, signalling the conversation was over. His tone in texts was even more infuriating than in person.
“God, you’re so annoying,” she whispered, hugging her arms across her chest and leaning her head against the cool glass window.
The ride continued in silence until they pulled up outside the massive, upscale shopping complex.
Just as they parked, another car slid into the space beside them. A woman in a sleek grey suit stepped out—Alejandro’s employee, she assumed.
The woman walked around and handed a small envelope through the window to the driver, who then passed it to Nivera.
Inside was Alejandro’s black Amex.
Of course.
Because, of course, he would own a card that probably had no limit.
She was reminded of the time she used to have one. More like stole one from her parents, but regardless, it was in her possession.
“Show-off,” she stated with a dry laugh as she stepped out of the car.
Her phone dinged, and when she checked it, she saw he had sent the PIN.
The mall’s automatic doors opened, and Nivera paused for a moment, taking in the scent of polished tiles, designer perfumes, and overpriced pretentiousness.
As she walked in, she couldn’t help but remember the last time she and Alejandro had gone shopping together.
The memory was sharp, full of friction—him criticizing everything she tried on, her snapping at him in return, and the underlying tension between them.
A small wave of loneliness crept up her spine. As frustrating as he’d been, at least he’d been there.
Plus, his constant nagging had paid off, as the dress they had ended up picking was the perfect choice.
Now she was alone, but he was still managing to annoy her from afar.
She looked down at the black card, then up at the rows of boutiques.
Alejandro was a billionaire. No doubt about that. His house, his clothes, and his cars—all screamed generational wealth.
So... spending a few hundred thousand of his money wouldn’t exactly dent his bank account, right?
Her lips curled slightly as she tapped the card against her palm.
“Well, let’s find out.”
She walked into the first boutique—an elegant, clean space with only four dresses displayed like museum pieces. A personal shopper greeted her instantly.
“Welcome! Can I help you?”
“Yes,” Nivera nodded with a smile on her face. “I need something bold. Dramatic. For a formal function.”
The shopper smiled. “We’ve got just what you’re looking for.”
Soon after, dress after dress was pulled for her.
She tried on long velvet gowns, shimmering sequin pieces, and satins in every jewel tone imaginable. Some made her feel like a star. Some made her feel like a doll.
And as she tried them on, she couldn't help but miss the comments of a certain man she wasn't going to think about.