The Billionaire’s Obsession with Green Ariza

Joseph had gone silent.

Days passed. No morning texts. No long calls. No random flights just to kiss her. Nothing.

Green couldn't take it anymore.

She got into the car, heart racing, and told the driver to take her to his private duplex — a sprawling, multibillion-dollar estate nestled in the lush hills outside Mexico City. The house sat just like a crown on its own mountain, glass walls gleaming under the setting sun, with a cascading infinity pool, marble lions guarding the gates, and a helipad with his initials carved in gold.

She was let in by the staff. The silence inside was louder than the air outside.

Then she saw him.

Joseph.

Standing near the tall window, pulling off his silk tie with slow, tired hands. His jacket was already off, slung carelessly across a white leather couch. His hair was tousled, eyes shadowed. Not like himself.

Green's voice cracked. "What is it, Joseph? Tell me. Please." She said as she walks towards him.

He didn't answer. Just stared out the window.

She walked closer, placing a trembling hand on his cheek, tilting his face to meet hers. "I'm here. Whatever it is—you don't have to face it alone."

He finally met her eyes.

"I'm fine," he said quietly. "It's nothing serious. I'm glad you're here."

Green shook her head. "No. I don't believe you."

He turned away again. Silence fell .

Then, softly, "Oh God, come here," he whispered.

She stepped into his arms like a little girl lost. He wrapped her up like his whole world depended on keeping her safe.

There were things she hadn't told him either—the message she received from the unknown number. A threat. She hadn't shown it to him, too afraid of how far he might go.

"I love you," Joseph whispered, his lips brushing her forehead.

"I love you more," she whispered back.

Trying to push the darkness away, he smiled faintly. "What should we do for fun?"

Green smiled, resting her chin on his chest. "Being with you is already fun."

He chuckled and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Then I guess I'm winning."

They walked hand-in-hand into his bedroom. Green opened his closet—lined with rows of tailored suits, rare sneakers, designer perfumes—and picked out something casual for him. By the time he showered and dressed, she was already wearing one of his crisp white shirts, her bare legs catching his eye.

"You're so beautiful," he said as he buttoned the last of his shirt. "God, I want to be with you forever."

"Me too," she said, beaming.

He clapped her butt with a playful grin. "Mine."

She giggled. "Yours."

Outside, his black Bugatti La Voiture Noire—sat glistening. The chauffeur stepped forward, but Joseph raised a hand.

"I'll drive," he said, tossing the man the night off.

He opened the passenger door for her like a gentleman. Green slid in, and before shutting the door, he leaned in and kissed her lips once. Then again. Then once more for luck.

They drove through the night-lit streets, arriving at El Palacio de Hierro, Mexico's most luxurious shopping mall. Paparazzi had already gathered at the entrance, their cameras flashing as Joseph stepped out and walked around to open the door for her.

He took her hand. The crowd gasped. Some looked on with envy. Some with admiration. They were that couple.

Inside, Green tried on everything: Louboutin heels, Dior handbags, Chanel scarves, and Versace dresses. Joseph insisted she take them all. She still picked out shirts and ties for him.

"This was meant to be fun for us, right?" she said, linking arms with him.

"It is," he said. "Anything with you is."

He held up a blush-pink silk dress. "This one's just like my sweet peach."

Green laughed. "Sweet peach? That's my new nickname?"

"Only when I'm hungry," he teased, and kissed her temple.

In the mirror, they looked perfect.

But as Joseph turned to pay, something twisted in his chest. A shadow in the distance. Standing behind a glass wall.

Watching.

A tall figure in a dark coat.

Don Fredrick's man.

Or worse—Don Fredrick himself.

He clenched his jaw, fingers curling around Green's waist instinctively.

Joseph held her tighter, whispering in her ear, "Smile for the cameras… someone's watching us again."

—

Green woke up to a soft chime from her phone. A text from Joseph.

"Doing boring CEO things today. You'll be running through my head while I stare at spreadsheets. If I go crazy from missing you, send help. Or just send a picture of your smile."

She laughed softly, clutching the phone to her chest.

Still in her pajamas, she texted back something flirty, then got dressed casually—hair tied up, no makeup, a simple tee and joggers. Her mother had asked her to visit her uncle, who was supposedly just discharged from the hospital and too weak to pick up the phone.

She took the yacht to the island villa, expecting a quiet family moment.

Instead, the moment the guards let her in… her stomach dropped.

There he was.

Don Fredrick.

Standing in the middle of the lavish white-and-gold living room as if he owned the sun.

"Surprised?" he smiled, that eerie calm on his face as he walked toward her.

Her body stiffened. "Fredrick? What the hell is this?"

He came closer. "Your mother told me you'd be here. I thought a little surprise wouldn't hurt."

"I was told I was coming to see my uncle. You lured me here using his name?" Her voice cracked. "My mom… she helped you?"

Fredrick chuckled. "She's just looking out for your future."

He reached forward and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear—then leaned in to steal a kiss on her cheek.

She jerked back. "Don't touch me."

"When will you stop pretending, Green?" His voice dropped to a low whisper. "Let me make you mine. You don't know how good life could be. I'll give you everything. No more chasing scraps of affection. No more waiting for him to be available."

She pulled away, her fists clenched. "Joseph loves me. I don't need anything else."

He smiled slyly. "Does he? You think love is enough in our world?"

"I don't care what you think," she snapped.

Fredrick caught her wrist before she could leave. She swung toward him, and he gripped her gently but firmly, fingers brushing her hair.

"I can give you a kingdom," he said. "He gives you gifts—I could buy the entire company that makes them."

"You disgust me," she whispered.

He didn't flinch. "I always get what I want, Green. And you'll come to me eventually."

"In your dreams," she said, shoving him off and storming out, her chest burning.

That night, Green was back in her bedroom, curled on the bed, when her phone buzzed nonstop.

At first, she thought it was Joseph.

Then she saw it.

The picture.

Crystal clear.

Fredrick kissing her cheek. Her shocked face. Perfect lighting. Too perfect.

Public. Viral. Everywhere.

Green's heart stopped.

"No, no, no…"

She dialed Joseph.

It rang. No answer.

Again. No answer.

Her throat closed up. She called her mother, voice breaking. "Mum—what the hell did you do?"

On the other end, her mother sighed. "I didn't know he'd be there…"

"Mum, don't lie to me."

A pause.

Then her mother said quietly, "Okay… I just thought—maybe you'd consider him. He could secure your future, Green. Think about it."

Green hung up, the phone falling from her trembling fingers.

Outside her window, flashes from cameras lit up the street. The photo had gone global.

And Joseph still wasn't picking up.

Green whispered into the silence, tears in her eyes, "Joseph… please don't believe what they're saying." But across the city, Joseph was already staring at the photo—with eyes that weren't just hurt. They were cold.