The Billionaire’s Obsession with Green Ariza

Josiah, the enigmatic cousin Joseph never trusted.

A polished smile. He was like a snake in silk.

He stood in the middle of the grand atrium of the company, speaking low with Isabel by the curved staircase, his hand tucked lazily in the pocket of his custom blazer. The glass walls caught the morning sun, making everything gleam—except him. He was too smooth, too self-aware.

That's when Joseph and Green walked in.

Joseph, in a deep navy suit that hugged his frame , exuded wealth and control. Green, in a fitted white dress, was ethereal beside him—his princess. His hand was tight around hers, protective, possessive. He paused mid-hallway and gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. The act was so intimate, Isabel's jaw clenched, and Josiah's smile twitched.

Joseph turned his gaze to the man he'd been warned about.

"I flew down the moment I heard about Uncle Leon's death," Josiah announced, placing a hand dramatically on his chest. "Absolutely devastating. Found in his wine cellar? That doesn't say accident to me. It says murder. We must find out who did it."

Joseph didn't speak. He didn't even blink. Instead, he gripped Green's hand tighter. She could feel the tension in his palm.

After a long pause, he finally said, voice razor-sharp,

"How touching. I didn't know you cared that much about anyone who wasn't signing your paycheck."

Isabel tensed beside Josiah but quickly masked it with a forced smile.

"You look good, Joseph," she said too sweetly. "The Geneva press will faint when they see you like this. That hair, that jawline… honestly, I'd melt too."

Joseph smirked without looking at her. He turned to Green and kissed the back of her hand slowly.

"You hear that, baby? I'm melting hearts—and I haven't even tried yet."

Green chuckled under her breath, eyes locked on him, amused and a little impressed.

Isabel's fake smile twitched. Josiah's amusement faded.

Josiah's gaze moved to Green. Calculating.

"Is she… Green?"

He tilted his head. "I've heard so much about you."

His eyes flicked to the pink lipstick almost smudged on her lower lip, and then to Joseph's mouth. The implication was obvious.

He extended a hand to her.

Green looked down at it like it was a used tissue. She didn't take it. Instead, she smiled sweetly and said,

"I don't shake hands with snakes. Bad luck."

Josiah's smirk faltered. The rejection hit him visibly.

Joseph grinned—openly this time, proud.

"Careful," he said under his breath. "She bites."

Josiah lowered his hand with a small laugh, but something darker flared in his eyes.

"Well," he said tightly. "I'll let you two lovebirds be. Isabel and I have some board discussions."

Joseph gave him a single nod, nothing more. But as Josiah and Isabel disappeared down the hall, Joseph's smile dropped.

He would take Josiah down.

Carefully. Quietly.

And permanently.

Inside Joseph's sleek office, Green hopped onto his desk, legs crossed, the picture of temptation. Joseph sat in the chair, his hands sliding slowly up her thighs.

She leaned forward. "You really believe he's behind your father's death?"

Joseph's eyes darkened. "I know it. My people found things. Emails. Wire transfers. He was in contact with the very people my father warned me about."

Green whispered, "You can't trust anyone."

Joseph looked up at her, deadly calm.

"No. Except you."

But just before he could kiss her—

his assistant knocked on the door, breathless.

"Sir… you need to see this. Josiah just called a press conference. He's naming himself interim chairman of Leon Industries."

Joseph stood.

His jaw locked.

His eyes burned.

—

The office halls were quiet—too quiet.

Green walked barefoot down the marble corridor, wrapped in Joseph's oversized black hoodie that she'd found laying in the office. Her hair was still tight, her mind messier. Joseph had left, determined to "settle the issue with Josiah,"

She needed coffee.

In the employee lounge, a junior assistant was trying to fix the espresso machine. Green smiled politely and poured herself a cup from the backup pot. That's when she heard it—low whispers floating from behind the frosted divider near the printer station.

"…I'm telling you, Josiah's been moving things around."

"Behind Joseph's back?"

"Shhh—do you want to get fired?"

Green stiffened.

She didn't mean to eavesdrop, but it was hard not to when Josiah's name kept slipping like poison into the air.

"Rumor is, he's already getting the Singapore partners on his side. If Joseph doesn't strike soon…"

"…It'll be a coup."

Her hands clenched around the mug. She didn't want to ask—she couldn't. Asking questions about Josiah was like stepping on a tripwire. The man had eyes everywhere. Security guards, interns, board members. He smiled with teeth, but everyone knew he bit.

She left the lounge with her heart drumming against her ribs.

Joseph returned hours later.

His navy shirt sleeves were rolled up, his tie loosened. There was blood on his knuckles, faint but there. His eyes were sharp, alert—and dangerous.

Green stood as he walked into the office.

"How did it go." she asked softly.

He tossed his blazer onto the couch. "They backed off. For now."

She hesitated, then told him what she'd heard. Every whisper. Every glance.

Joseph didn't flinch.

"I already knew."

He stepped closer to her. "Ken showed me an anonymous text. Isabel's been leaking information to Josiah for months. She's been playing both sides—feeding him board movements, meeting minutes, even investor moods."

Green's jaw tightened. "Why would she do that?"

"Because Josiah promised her power. Maybe even the CEO seat if I fell."

He moved closer until he was inches from her face, his voice a low promise,

"Stay far away from Isabel, Green. She's two-faced. Beautiful mask, rotten core. I'm watching her. She'll fall before I ever let her touch you."

Green blinked at the intensity in his eyes. She nodded once.

He kissed her forehead, then her lips—brief, firm.

Just as they were about to speak again—

Joseph's phone rang.

Joseph checked the caller ID.

Ken.

He picked it up immediately. "Ken?"

Ken's voice came through, low and urgent.

"We have a problem."

Joseph straightened. "What now?"

"Josiah's not working alone."

"Then who is?" Joseph demanded.

There was a pause.

"You're not going to like the answer."

Green stepped forward, hearing everything. Joseph's hand tightened around the phone.

Ken whispered the name.

Joseph's face turned to stone.

"That bastard."

Green's heart dropped. "Who was it?"

Joseph turned slowly, his eyes burning.

"My father's lawyer. "