His Tycoon Obsession: Claimed by Power

Teaser “You think you can escape me, Lydia? You were mine the moment you crashed into my world.” When Lydia accepted a scholarship to the most elite university in Yunjing, she didn’t plan on catching the eye of Xavier Liang—the cold, controlling billionaire heir who makes CEOs tremble. He has secrets, enemies, and no heart… until her. She’s everything he didn’t expect—fierce, off-limits, and unwilling to be owned. But Xavier doesn’t take no. When his world threatens hers, he offers the unthinkable: protection, in exchange for pretending to be his fiancée. Now she’s wearing his ring, living under his roof, and surviving his rules. But the deeper she falls, the more dangerous it becomes. Because Xavier never planned to let her go… Chapter One — Rain poured like the sky had a grudge, drowning Yunjing City in silver. Lydia’s fingers trembled as she clutched the thin paper with the room number on it. The elite scholarship orientation had ended late, and she was exhausted, soaked to the skin, and lost inside the marble halls of the prestigious Liang International University. Room 1407. She knocked once. No answer. The hallway was freezing. Her teeth chattered, her heels ached, and the guilt of being a poor girl from Lagos in the richest country on Earth weighed heavy. Maybe they were asleep already. Maybe— She opened the door. And walked into a storm. A man stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, shirt half-unbuttoned, whiskey glass in hand, moonlight carving shadows across his abs. His tattoos glowed faintly under the city lights. He turned. Sharp eyes. Storm gray. Unforgiving. “You’re in the wrong room,” he said, voice deep and low like danger wrapped in silk. Lydia froze. Every instinct screamed run—but something darker whispered stay. “I—I was told this was my dorm,” she stammered, holding up the paper like a shield. His gaze raked over her, head to toe. Wet clothes. Shivering lips. Bold eyes. “You’re not from here,” he muttered. “No,” she whispered. “I’m not.” He took a step closer. The air shifted. He wasn’t just a man. He was power, raw and burning. His presence alone demanded submission. And Lydia? She wasn’t built to bow. “You shouldn’t be here,” he said again. “This room is mine.” “And yet…” She raised her chin. “Here I am.” That smile he gave her—it wasn’t kind. It was wicked. Lethal. “You’ve got fire.” He stepped into her space. Close. Too close. “Careful, princess. I burn.” “And I bite,” she snapped back, though her knees wobbled. His eyes darkened. “Name.” “Lydia.” A pause. “Xavier Liang.” She blinked. Liang? As in the heir to the entire Liang Empire? The reason the country’s economy bent? The man she just sassed? “You’re the tycoon’s son?” she asked, voice too breathless. “I’m the tycoon,” he corrected. She should’ve backed away. She didn’t. Because in that room—in that second—something unspoken passed between them. Heat. Curiosity. Danger. And destiny.