Mr. Billionaire's Obsession

Layla's POV.

In the ancestral mansion of the wealthy and influential Torres family, a shocking and unimaginable incident was unfolding.

The rain poured down heavily as screams and shattering of glasses could be heard.

"Mom!" I shrieked, my voice piercing the air as I witnessed a shocking scene unfold before my eyes. My grandmother's face was twisted in a fierce scowl as she violently pushed my mother, her words cutting deep like a knife.

"Leave this place, you slut!" she bellowed, her voice echoing through the halls. "Oh, you think we didn't know? You seduced my son into marrying you just to inherit his properties. You poverty-stricken being!" The venom in her words was palpable, her anger and resentment boiling over like a pot left unattended.

We've pretended for far too long," my grandmother's voice dripped with hostility, her eyes blazing with a fierce intensity. "Now that my son is dead, you'll leave this house with nothing! You came here with nothing, but you've managed to produce a bastard. You'll take nothing with you, not a single shred of what rightfully belongs to our family. Leave, and never set foot in this house again!"

With a firm shove, she thrust me towards my mother. "Go with your mother!" she commanded, her eyes blazing with a fierce intensity. I felt like I was being torn apart.

"Is this what I truly deserve?" My mom asks as tears flowed down her gorgeous face.

"After the love and care I showed this family, after all the sacrifices I made to make sure this family didn't crumble, this is all I get! Being sent out like a slave in the rain?"

The sadness in her voice was visible.

I also broke down in tears. I couldn't bear to see my mother cry.

Where do we go from here? I asked myself.

My mom gave up her dream as an actress for these ungrateful brats, and this is how they treat us?

Emilia, my aunt, broke into laughter. "We owe you nothing, Bitch! Get lost and let's enjoy our inheritance." She said amidst laughter.

"Leave before we call the cops!" My grandmother threatened.

Clad with nothing but a flimsy nightgown, I stood vulnerable and shivering as the rain poured down on me. The icy droplets seeped through my soul, mirroring the chill that had taken hold of my heart.

Is this the end of my life of opulence and extravagance? I wondered, as I stared at the beautiful building that had sheltered me from birth.

I surrendered to the deluge as it soaked through my thin garment and onto my bare skin. Tears streamed down my face, mingling with the raindrops as I succumbed to the abyss of hopelessness.

"Let's go, Layla, darling," my mom's voice was laced with a sense of urgency, as she gazed down at me with tears in her eyes.

"Where to, mom?" I asked, my voice trembling with fear and uncertainty. "We have nowhere to go!" I screamed, refusing to accept the harsh reality that had befallen us.

"Let's hide from the rain first, baby," she said, her voice cracking as she knelt down to my level and enveloped me in a warm embrace. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart. I couldn't protect you. I'm a terrible mother. I should have fought for what's rightfully yours."

I pulled back, my eyes brimming with tears. "It's okay, mom. I'm sorry too." I took her hand, and we stood up, continuing our journey through the relentless downpour. The universe seemed to be against us, as if the rain was a manifestation of our struggles.

We trudged on, our feet heavy with the weight of our circumstances. Our bank accounts had been seized, leaving us with nothing. The rain poured down, a constant reminder of our plight.

We hailed a taxi and we explained our plight to the driver. We begged him to take us as far away from the neighborhood to a place where our names were unknown to start a new life.

Out of pity, he obliged.

Days turned into weeks, and our struggles only intensified.

My mom took on remote jobs to keep us alive. She worked relentlessly, day and night.

Her beauty gave her privileges wherever she went.

Our lives continued, and in no time we got accustomed to our new life.

One certain evening, I was in school working on a project when I got called by our neighbor, reporting that my mom had slumped.

I rushed straight to the hospital only to hear the most shocking news of my life. "My mom! Cancer!" I exclaimed, refusing to believe the doctor's words. "But how?" I asked, as if he had the answer. Tears welled up in my eyes as I stared blankly at him.

He blinked, seemingly uncomfortable under my intense gaze. "She's been diagnosed with stage four cancer and requires immediate surgery," he explained, his voice detached. "You have only two weeks to raise the $100,000 needed for the operation. If not, she'll...she'll pass away. Time is of the essence." He cleared his throat, his eyes locked on mine from behind his glasses. "Get to work immediately if you want to save your mother."

I felt like my world was crumbling around me. "Why is life so unfair to me?" I lamented, my voice shaking with despair. "First, my dad, and now my mom?" I collapsed to the floor, overcome with grief. "Where am I supposed to get the money?" I cried out in frustration.

"I can't help you further," the doctor said curtly. "Please leave my office."

I dragged myself out, feeling defeated. I racked my brain, trying to think of someone or somewhere to borrow the money from, but my mind was blank.

I wouldn't be given a loan because I have no job.

I considered reaching out to my father's family, but my pride wouldn't let me.

Just as I felt like giving up, a message popped up on my phone screen, and a glimmer of hope crossed my face.

Layla's POV.

I smiled brightly as I read the message on my phone. "I can't believe it!" I exclaimed, pumping my fist in the air. "I just got the job at the city's most influential club house!"

I remembered sending an application a month ago, and they really chose the best time to reply.

Seems like fate has finally smiled on me.

Now, I could take a loan to pay for my mother's treatment. I heaved a sigh of relief.

I hurried to her ward, feeling a mix of emotions. She lay frail in her bed, her eyes sunken. I broke down in tears, feeling guilty. She worked so hard for me that she neglected herself.

I became so determined to care for her, to fight for her, just as she had always fought for me.

"Mom, I won't let you down," I promised, holding her frail hand in mine. "I'll do everything I can to make sure you get the treatment you need."

She weakly shook her head, her eyes filled with tears.

The next day, I fasted and prepared for my interview. I really need money because I don't want to drop out of college. I had to continue my mom's legacy as an actress, to make her proud. And I had to pay for her hospital bills, to give her the best chance at survival.

I got the job as a waitress, and I took the loan to pay for my mom's treatment.

As I worked tirelessly, my mom's condition worsened. But I refused to give up. I held on to hope, to the belief that we would overcome this, together.

I visit her everyday after work to take care of her.

"Layla, I'm so proud of you," my mom whispered one evening, her voice barely audible. "You…you are my everything. Keep shining, baby. Keep shining."

I held her close, tears streaming down my face. "I will, mom. I promise. I'll keep shining, for both of us."

One fateful night, my boss, Mr Davis, asked me to work extra hours. "Layla, you will have to work till midnight. The house is full."

I scrunched up my face, worried about my mom. "But sir, you know my mother is sick…"

"Do I look like I care?" He sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "You are lucky to have a job here. Get to work this instant or face a pay cut of half! Now move!"

"Okay sir." I reluctantly agreed, knowing I had to do whatever it took to get money to pay for my mom's treatment.

"As I served wine to the guests, my beauty caught the attention of many. My pale milky skin radiated under the dim lights as I moved about the club in my uniform.

A suspicious-looking man caught my eye. He signaled me to come over, and I hesitated at first, but my job required me to make guests comfortable.

As I approached him, the aura he exudes was domineering. His chiseled features and ocean blue eyes, piercing through the dim light, left me breathless. His gaze was mesmerizing, drawing me in like a siren's call. Every step closer, my heart raced with anticipation.

His sharp jawline and chiseled cheekbones accentuated his dashing good looks, making him a vision of male perfection.

"What can I get you, sir?" I managed to stammer, my voice barely audible.

His response was low and husky, sending shivers down my spine. "Get me to a room." His commanding tone was unmistakable, yet his eyes betrayed a hint of vulnerability.

I hesitated, taken aback by his request. "What?" I asked, feigning disbelief.

He repeated his demand, his voice laced with a sense of urgency. "I need a room. Now."

"With all due respect sir, I am just a waitress here, let me get the security for you.

As I was about to turn away, he pulled me back. "I can't wait." He said. Perspiration beaded on his forehead, his eyes clouded with pain.

My curiosity piqued, I wondered what could have happened to this gorgeous stranger. Could he have been poisoned? I shook the crazy thought off my head. His gaze held a depth of sorrow, a plea for help. I relented, my resolve weakening.

I helped him up, as he clung to me as though his life depended on me. As we made our way to the room, his weight leaned heavily on me, his muscular frame towering over mine. His scent, a heavy mix of spice and leather, enveloped me, making my heart race.

Damn! This man is heavy. I pray he doesn't pass out, else, I abandon him here.

I dragged him along, as we walked slowly. His heaving breathing echoing through the air.

Finally we got inside. He collapsed onto the bed, his eyes never leaving mine.

Are you okay sir?" I managed to ask.

He nodded slightly, and as I turned to leave, he pulled me back. And the next statement he made turned my stomach.

"Undress me," he whispered, his voice husky and seductive.

My heart skipped a beat.

"What?" I exclaimed in shock.

"I don't repeat myself." His metal voice resonated deeply on my inside. His gaze seemed to bore into my soul, leaving me vulnerable and exposed.

With a sense of trepidation, I reached for his shirt, my fingers brushing against his chest. His eyes never left mine, their intensity burning a path through my very being.

His breath fanned my face gently.

And then, just as I was about to remove his shirt, he suddenly grabbed my wrist, his grip like a vice. "Wait," he whispered, his eyes flashing with a hint of danger. "Do you know what you're getting yourself into?"

My heart raced as I stared into his eyes, unsure of what lay ahead. And then, everything went black.

With a swift motion, he pulled me closer, his lips descending upon mine with a hunger that left me breathless. The kiss was deep and consuming.

My mind struggled to maintain control, but my body betrayed me as I surrendered into his world of passion.

We spent the night together, lost in each other's embrace.

I felt a sense of wonder wash over me. Who was this stranger and how had he managed to awaken something so deep within me?

His grip on me softened, his touch now gentle and soothing. With a final, lingering kiss, he pulled me close, his voice a soft whisper in my ear. "Let us never cross paths again."

"What!" I exclaimed, shock and confusion coursing through me. "Why? What do you mean?"

But he just smiled, a sly, enigmatic smile. He wore his clothes and vanished into the night.