The Billionaire's Possession

Chapter Four: Engagement Party

Writer's POV

Elena got into the car waiting outside for her and the driver drove her to the hotel and she was directed to the ballroom.

The engagement party was a spectacle—an event designed more for the world to see than for the couple it was meant to celebrate. Held in the grand ballroom of a five-star hotel, it was a picture of wealth and elegance, with towering floral arrangements, crystal chandeliers that dripped with light, and a sea of well-dressed guests– consisting of dignitaries, CEOs and well-to-do families sipping champagne as they whispered amongst themselves.

At the center of it all stood the groom—Alexander Rodriguez, billionaire CEO, ruthless businessman, and a man who commanded respect with nothing more than a glance. In his signature black suit, he looked every bit the powerful mogul, his expression unreadable as he accepted congratulations from business partners and social elites.

Beside him, his fiancée—Elena Carter—looked impossibly small, impossibly young. Clad in a champagne sequin gown that made her look more like a doll than a bride-to-be, she kept her hands clasped tightly in front of her, as if that alone would keep them from trembling. She was just eighteen, still in high school, and yet here she was, trapped in an engagement she had never asked for.

The whispers never stopped. Some pitied her. Others envied her. But all were curious.

“She’s just a child,” someone murmured.

“He’s twenty-six. What does he even see in her?” another scoffed.

Yet the contract had been signed. Their fates had been sealed.

Alexander leaned down, his voice low against her ear. “Smile,” he murmured, his hand resting lightly on the small of her back, a gesture of possession rather than affection.

Elena forced her lips upward, the picture of the obedient fiancée. She had no choice. Not tonight. Not ever.

A waiter passed by, offering champagne, but when she reached for a glass, Alexander caught her wrist. “Not for you,” he said smoothly, plucking a flute for himself instead.

Her cheeks burned. Of course. She wasn’t even old enough to drink.

The night stretched on—dances she didn’t want, conversations she barely followed, promises she hadn’t agreed to. But in the eyes of the world, this was a love story. A fairytale.

And no one ever questioned a fairytale.

Elena's POV

The party hit off at exactly 7pm, first there was an opening speech by Dad, followed by the formal ring exchange between Alex and I, there was live band entertainment and finally it was time for the Couple’s first dance. The couple first, before anyone else can join.

As the music swelled, the room fell silent. I stood frozen at the edge of the dance floor, heart pounding, until he extended his hand—firm, expectant. Swallowing hard, I placed mine in his, barely breathing as he pulled me close.

His movements were effortless, controlled, while I stumbled slightly, unaccustomed to the rhythm of a world I didn’t belong to. His hand tightened at my waist, guiding me. "Relax," he murmured, though it sounded more like an order than reassurance.

I forced myself to move with him, matching his pace. The world blurred—only his piercing gaze and the scent of his cologne remained. "You're learning," he observed. "I don't have a choice," I whispered back.

People slowly joined us, I looked up and saw Kat dancing with a strange man, my father was dancing with Alice and mom and dad were dancing together.

A twirl, a dip, a lingering moment where our faces nearly touched. Then, just as quickly, he released me. Applause erupted, but I barely heard it. The dance was over—but the game had just begun.

I was a bit tired and sat down at a table and Kat joined me.

“Tired?”

“Thats is an understatement, I am exhausted” I said and she chuckled

I looked around and saw Alex conversing with two men. With the way he was talking, the men seemed like more than just business partners.

“Who are those?” I asked Kat

“Lucas Knight and Damien Acosta, they are my brother's childhood friends, they practically went to the same schools from kindergarten to college” She said.

Ooh, I have heard of the Acosta family, they ranked as the third richest family in America, having varieties of hotels and subsidiaries all over the world. The Knights are also billionaires with a large empire. As they said “birds of the same feathers flock together”

The party was going great, at least great for some people, when suddenly everyone turned their heads towards the door, two beautiful ladies stepping into the room effortlessly commanding attention.

The first, in a floor-length emerald gown, had deep caramel skin and a striking presence. Her dark waves were pinned into a sleek updo, highlighting bold red lips and a diamond choker that shimmered under the lights. She moved with quiet confidence, every step exuding sophistication.

Beside her, her companion radiated soft refinement in a champagne satin dress with delicate beading. Honey-blonde waves framed her face, and her warm smile added to her quiet allure. Together, they were captivating—grace and poise in perfect harmony.As they entered, murmurs of admiration rippled through the crowd. They were not just beautiful; they were captivating—women who commanded attention not by seeking it, but simply by being.

I turned to Kat and she had an unpleasing look on her face, “who are those?”

“Rebecca and Mia Alison, their family and ours are friends, Becca have always had a huge crush on Alex since we were little, everyone thought she was the one Alex would marry, more reason why Grandma and Ashley is against your marriage to Alex”

Mia walked up to our table and sat with us

“Hi Kat, Hi Elena” she said, I greeted back but Kat just nodded.

I looked up and saw Becca walking up to Alex's table and whispered something in his ear and she left the room and a few seconds later Alex also left. I was kind of hurt by this gesture but I couldn't do anything about it.

Writer's POV

When Becca walked up to Alex, he took a good look at her and as always she was looking so hot with her curves and bust. She whispered to him to meet her upstairs and left. He followed her afterwards to his suite upstairs, immediately they got into the room, she gave him a slight push against the wall and kissed him profusely without stopping to catch her breath, just what he wanted.

“I missed you Alex” she said amidst the kiss

He unzipped her gown, slid his hand under her dress, tracing her bare skin. He gave her breast a light squeeze and she let out a soft moan, music to his ears. Her nails dragged lightly down his back as he pressed her into the sheets.

He s*****d her ass and she let out a soft moan. And then, without warning, he sank into her.

A sharp inhale. A soft moan. He moved with speed, thrusting in and out without stopping. One position after the other. Her moans mixed with his low groans, the sound of skin against skin filling the dimly lit room.

Fingers clutched. Lips searched. Hands roamed

The pressure built between them, sharp and electric, pulling them both closer to the edge. She gasped his name, “Alex” nails digging into his shoulders as he buried his face in her neck, his own release chasing hers. He collapsed beside her, their bodies still tangled, chests rising and falling in sync.

Silence stretched between them. Not awkward, not regretful—just full.

Finally, she turned to him, her fingers lazily tracing his arm. "You are yet to explain some things to me”

“What?” He asked in a serious tone.

“Alex , you promised me that this marriage won't hold, so what the f**k is going on?”

“For Christ sake, Becca it's a contract marriage of 2 years, after that we go our separate ways” he said, already feeling frustrated.

“But what if you fall in love with her?” She asked

“That's never going to happen, she is nothing but a business deal and it remains that way forever” he said assuring her.