The Billionaire’s Obsession with Green Ariza

Smoke curled up from the ruins of a warehouse in Marseille. Half a world away, Fredrick screamed in a hospital bed, his leg still torn from the bullet wounds Joseph left him with. Bandages soaked, the meds barely dulled the pain—or the rage.

"Who did this?!" he yelled again, gripping the rails of his bed. "I want names, now!"

But no one gave him answers. Not even his most trusted men.

What he didn't know was that every answer had already vanished.

Joseph stood in the shadows of a glass-walled tower in Singapore, his eyes fixed on a satellite feed as flames devoured another one of Fredrick's factories. Ken stood beside him, arms folded, eyes on the screen.

"Fredrick's account in Luxembourg is frozen," Ken said calmly, "The trust in Monaco? Emptied. His Tokyo logistics line? Gone."

Joseph didn't blink. "He touched what matters to me. Now I'm returning the favor." His voice was low, dark, full of cold fire. "He thought he could ruin my life. I'll erase his."

Ken handed him a dossier. "Security teams are spooked. They've started rotating guards, switching systems. But they're stretched thin."

Joseph's lips curved slightly. "Good. Let him feel what it's like to lose everything… slowly."

Back in the hospital, Fredrick's trembling hands grabbed the nurse's coat. "I need to know how bad it is. Tell me."

The nurse looked uneasy. "Sir… the doctors will brief you when they're—"

"I said tell me!"

"Your legs, sir. They say… you may never walk again."

Fredrick froze. The color drained from his face. And then came the scream.

Joseph sat at a private lounge, scrolling through messages. One from Green lit up his screen.

"Please tell me you're safe. I don't care what happened. I just want to see you again. I miss you so much. Please, Joseph… just say something."

He clenched the phone in his hand. He hadn't replied, but he'd read every message she sent. Every voice note. Every "I love you" she whispered into the silence.

Ken noticed. "She's still searching."

"I know," Joseph said quietly.

"She deserves the truth."

Joseph's jaw tightened. "She deserves peace. I'll give her that—when this is over."

Ken cleared his throat. "The South Korea shareholders want a representative for next week's merger discussion. They're expecting you."

"I'm sending Green," Joseph said, surprising even himself.

Ken blinked. "Her?"

"She needs to learn what it's like to sit on top of an empire. Prep her. Teach her what to say. And make sure they listen."

Ken nodded. "I'll call in the media team. She'll need a press briefing, talking points, contract templates—"

"And a black dress," Joseph added.

Ken raised a brow.

"She's going to war for me. She may as well look the part."

Joseph stared out over the city, the lights below flickering like dying stars. Ken had left.

He opened Green's last voice note, but didn't press play. Just stared at it, thumb trembling.

He wanted her.

But first… he wanted Fredrick to feel what it meant to lose everything.

Then the screen lit up with an anonymous message,

"He's planning something. Watch your back."

Joseph's eyes narrowed.

There was only one person bold enough to warn him anonymously—

And only one left with enough reach to be watching him now.

Fredrick wasn't done.

—-

The doorbell rang. Green dragged herself from the couch, wearing Joseph's hoodie. When she opened it, her breath hitched.

Ken.

Her eyes immediately searched his face for answers. "Is he okay? Have you seen him? Ken—please—just tell me anything."

Ken stepped inside, solemn. "Your mother?" he asked gently.

"She left," Green said, voice hollow. "Her friend's throwing a party… "

Ken nodded, lowering himself onto the couch opposite her. He hesitated, then spoke carefully. "Joseph… doesn't want you searching for him."

Her heart clenched. "So you have seen him?"

Ken didn't answer directly. "He's safe. But… focused. He's handling something personal."

"Then let's go to him. I've received strange messages—I can show you all of them. We can trace the number, we can—"

"No," Ken cut in firmly. "It's better you stay out of it. Joseph wouldn't want you involved. But… he does need you."

Green froze.

"There's an important merger next week. A board meeting with South Korea's top investors. Joseph wants you to represent him."

"Me?" she blinked.

Ken nodded. "His exact words were, 'Prep her. Teach her what to say.' I'll call in the media team. You'll need a press briefing, talking points, contract templates.'" He handed her a thick file. "He trusts you, Green. That's not something he gives lightly."

Green didn't even hesitate before signing where he pointed. "Whatever he needs."

Before Ken left, he paused in the doorway. "One more thing. Joseph said… you should wear black."

One week later…

The knock came promptly at 9 a.m.

Three guards. Slick, suited, expressionless. They flanked her as she stepped out of her apartment wearing the custom black Versace dress Ken had sent over—a sharp, commanding silhouette that hugged her in all the right places. Paired with Louboutins, red lips, and a tight bun, Green looked every inch the woman Joseph had built up from nothing.

The driver held the door open to the gleaming new Rolls Royce—his gift. She stepped in, the convoy pulling off with two guard cars tailing behind.

When they arrived at LEON'S Global Holdings, the penthouse skyscraper shimmered in the morning sun. Inside, marble floors, gold accents, and moving walls of glass gave way to Joseph's private domain. Everything screamed power.

Ken was waiting.

"You'll wait in his office until it's time," he said, leading her in. "The moment you walk into that room, don't flinch. You're not just filling his shoes. You're wearing the crown."

When he left her alone, silence engulfed her.

She moved slowly to Joseph's desk. The air still carried his scent—cedar and something darker. Her fingers drifted across the photo frame, a beachside moment, Joseph kissing her cheek while she laughed under a twilight sky.

She remembered that night. He'd rented out an entire private island. Candles, wine, chocolate-covered strawberries. They'd kissed under the stars, the waves crashing behind them. He held her like he owned her. Like nothing could ever take her away.

Her chest tightened.

She missed the feel of his hands on her. His voice, low and sure, whispering promises she never thought she'd deserve.

A knock stirred her.

Ken.

"It's time, Miss Green."

She followed him down the glass corridor. Heads turned. Employees whispered. She wasn't just Joseph's girl. She was his statement.

When she entered the boardroom, there was a murmur. Shareholders stared. Some smirked, expecting her to fail. Others sat up, curious.

She held her own.

Her voice was steady, her gaze unwavering. Ken had trained her well.

By the end, they weren't just listening.

They were impressed.

She had just stepped out when a woman blocked her path.

Slender. Cold smile. Arms crossed.

"Taking over now, are you?" Isabel said. "Joseph's second-in-command?"

Green gave a polite smile. "Green." She offered her hand. Isabel shook it, eyes glinting with jealousy.

"My father's a shareholder. And you? Who are your parents? Royalty? Billionaires? Or just someone who got lucky falling into Joseph's bed?"

Green didn't reply.

Just smiled faintly. "It was lovely meeting you."

Then she walked away.

Later, as she prepared to leave, Green handed a small box to Ken.

Inside: a photo of her and Joseph. A letter. And the very first shirt he ever gave her.

"If he ever comes back," she whispered, "please give this to him. Tell him… I'm sorry. If he disappeared because of me, I didn't mean to meet with Fredrick. I'd explain everything—if he'd give me the chance."

Ken took the box wordlessly.

She stepped into her car, eyes glistening.

As the car drove off, Ken stood by the glass wall of the company, the box in hand.

His phone buzzed.

A text.

"Tell her not to trust Isabel. She's not who she pretends to be."

Ken looked up slowly, eyes narrowing.

Things were far from over.