The Billonaire who hated love

THE BILLIONAIRE WHO HATED LOVE EPISODE 1 The Man Everyone Feared I never liked rich men. Not because I envied them. But because men with too much money usually believed they were untouchable. And in New York… No man represented that arrogance more than Damian Blackwood. The youngest billionaire in the city. Thirty two. Owner of Blackwood Enterprises. A company powerful enough to control half the financial market in Manhattan. People feared him. Women worshipped him. And according to every magazine in America… Damian Blackwood was perfection. I disagreed. Because men like him were dangerous. The kind of men who treated people like disposable objects. And unfortunately… I was about to meet him. It started with a stupid invitation. Michelle please. Just come with me this once. I stared at Emily like she had completely lost her mind. No. She groaned dramatically. You have said no five times already. I crossed my arms. And I will say no a sixth time. Emily rolled her eyes. It is just one party. Not just any party. I grabbed the invitation from the table. Blackwood Annual Gala. Hosted by Blackwood Enterprises. The same Blackwood. As in Damian Blackwood. The billionaire every woman in New York was obsessed with. I threw the card back on the table. Absolutely not. Emily folded her arms. You need a break. I need moral support. And free food. I stared at her. You only want me there because your ex boyfriend will attend. She smiled shamelessly. Correct. I sighed heavily. This was why I hated having friends. Two hours later… I regretted every decision that had brought me here. The hotel was insane. Massive crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling. Waiters moved around carrying champagne worth more than my monthly rent. Women wore expensive designer gowns. Diamonds sparkled everywhere. Everything screamed money. And I hated every second of it. I adjusted my simple black dress. I looked painfully ordinary compared to everyone else. Emily leaned closer. Stop looking like someone kidnapped you. I frowned. I do feel kidnapped. She laughed. Then suddenly… The entire ballroom fell silent. I looked up. Every single person in the room had turned toward the entrance. I followed their gaze. And saw him. Damian Blackwood. Tall. Broad shoulders. Black tailored suit that probably cost more than my apartment. Dark hair pushed neatly backward. Sharp jawline. Cold grey eyes. He walked like a man who owned the entire world. And maybe… He actually did. The atmosphere changed instantly. Women stared shamelessly. Businessmen straightened their posture nervously. Even older executives looked uncomfortable. One man. Hundreds of people terrified. Interesting. Emily grabbed my arm so hard it hurt. Oh my God. It is him. I looked again. And immediately understood why women were obsessed. Damian Blackwood was beautiful. Dangerously beautiful. The type of man who looked carved by expensive fantasies. But there was something unsettling about him. His eyes. Cold. Empty. Like he had forgotten how to feel human emotion years ago. He moved through the crowd without acknowledging anyone. People greeted him. He ignored them. Women smiled. He ignored them too. Then suddenly… His eyes landed on me. I froze. For a moment… Everything around me disappeared. The music. The people. The noise. It felt strange. Like being studied by something dangerous. His gaze moved slowly across my face. Then down. Then back to my eyes. Judging me. Measuring me. I instantly hated it. I looked away first. Emily gasped beside me. Michelle… I frowned. What. Her voice dropped. He is staring at you. I laughed nervously. Impossible. Then I looked again. My heartbeat stopped. Damian Blackwood was walking toward us. No. Not us. Me. Women nearby immediately noticed. Whispers exploded everywhere. Why is he going there. Who is she. Does he know her. Emily was practically shaking now. Michelle I cannot breathe. I stood completely still. Trying to understand what was happening. Then he stopped directly in front of me. Much taller than I expected. His expensive cologne filled the space between us. He stared at me for several silent seconds. No smile. No greeting. Just silence. Then finally… He spoke. His deep voice sent unexpected chills down my spine. Interesting. I frowned immediately. Excuse me. His grey eyes narrowed slightly. You are the only woman here who has not stared at me tonight. I blinked once. Was he serious. Then I gave the first answer that came into my mind. Maybe because I have standards. The entire ballroom froze. Even the music suddenly felt too loud. Emily nearly choked beside me. I knew instantly… I had said something very dangerous. But strangely… I did not regret it. Because Damian Blackwood simply stared at me. And something dark flashed inside his eyes. For one second… I thought I had made a terrible mistake. Then slowly… The corner of his lips lifted. And somehow… That smile terrified me more than anger ever could. Because in that exact moment… EPISODE 2 The Slap That Changed Everything The entire ballroom went silent. Nobody moved. Nobody breathed. Because I had just done something almost impossible. I insulted Damian Blackwood. Directly. To his face. And somehow… I was still standing. Emily gripped my arm tightly. So tightly I could feel her nails digging into my skin. Michelle… What have you done. I ignored her. Because my eyes were still locked on Damian. Waiting. Expecting anger. Or maybe humiliation. I had heard stories about him. Stories about powerful men who disappeared after crossing him. Stories about women crying after making the mistake of rejecting him. So naturally… I expected revenge. But Damian Blackwood surprised me. Instead of anger… He smiled. Slowly. Dangerously. Like he had just discovered something entertaining. His eyes stayed fixed on me. And somehow… That made me even more uncomfortable. Beautiful. I blinked. What. His smile deepened. I said… You are beautiful. I stared at him. Completely unimpressed. Then I folded my arms. And said exactly what I was thinking. That line probably works on women who are stupid. The crowd gasped again. Someone dropped a champagne glass. Emily whispered under her breath. We are going to die tonight. But Damian… Still smiled. Interesting. I frowned harder. Why do you keep saying that. Because… He stepped closer. You are unlike anyone I have met before. I laughed. That is because I am not desperate enough to worship rich men. His eyes darkened slightly. Yet strangely… He looked more interested than offended. This man was insane. Then he suddenly asked. What is your name. Michelle Carter. Beautiful name. I rolled my eyes immediately. Did I ask for your opinion. His expression changed. Not anger. Something worse. Amusement. Like he was enjoying every second of this. He leaned slightly closer. Close enough for me to notice how sharp his features really were. Close enough for me to smell his expensive cologne again. And for one annoying second… My heart skipped. I hated that. Then his voice dropped lower. Tell me something Michelle Carter. I narrowed my eyes. What. Why are you pretending not to be attracted to me. I stared at him in disbelief. Excuse me. He smiled confidently. You have been rude since I approached you. Usually women become nervous around me. You did not. That means one thing. I laughed. You cannot be serious. His confidence never moved. You are interested. You are simply trying not to show it. Something inside me snapped instantly. This man… Actually believed every woman wanted him. Unbelievable. I stepped closer. Until our faces were only inches apart. Good. I wanted him to hear me clearly. Then I smiled coldly. Listen carefully Damian Blackwood. For one second… The crowd leaned closer. Everyone watching. Waiting. I looked directly into his grey eyes. And said the words nobody in that room expected. You are not nearly as impressive as you think you are. The smile disappeared from his face. Finally. A reaction. But I was not finished. I kept going. Money made you arrogant. Power made you selfish. And women keep feeding your ego because nobody has taught you how ordinary you really are. Emily made a choking sound beside me. Several women nearby stared in horror. No one had ever spoken to Damian this way. I could feel it. The entire room had become ice cold. Then suddenly… Damian reached for me. His fingers wrapped around my wrist. Firm. Possessive. My body stiffened immediately. His eyes were darker now. Much darker. His voice became dangerously quiet. You talk too much. I yanked my wrist. Remove your hand. No. I glared harder. I said remove it. Still… He refused. Instead he pulled me slightly closer. Now every inch of space between us disappeared. My heartbeat accelerated. Not because I liked him. But because his intensity was terrifying. He lowered his face toward mine. And whispered words that made my skin crawl. For the first time in years… I found something I want. My eyes narrowed instantly. Then he said it. And everything changed. I always get what I want. Wrong answer. His brows lifted slightly. And before my brain could stop me… My hand moved. Fast. Sharp. And landed directly across his face. SLAP. The sound echoed across the entire ballroom. Complete silence. Nobody moved. Nobody spoke. Some woman near the bar literally covered her mouth. Emily looked seconds away from fainting. I stared directly at Damian. My chest rising heavily. And for the first time… The smile on his face had completely vanished. Good. I wanted him angry. I wanted him to understand one thing. I was not afraid of him. So I looked straight into his eyes. And delivered the final blow. You may control everyone else in this city. But you will never control me. Then I pulled my wrist free. Turned around. And walked away. Leaving five hundred shocked guests behind. I should have felt victorious. I should have felt proud. Instead… Something felt wrong. Very wrong. Because deep down… I could feel his eyes burning into my back. Watching me leave. And I knew instantly… This was not over. Not even close. Three hours later… I arrived outside my apartment building. And froze immediately. Six black luxury SUVs were parked outside. Men wearing black suits stood near the entrance. Waiting. Watching. My stomach dropped. No. No way. Then slowly… One car door opened. And Damian Blackwood stepped out. His face unreadable. His eyes colder than before. I stopped breathing. Because suddenly… I understood. Slapping Damian Blackwood had not ended this. It had only begun. And the way he was staring at me now… Made one terrifying truth impossible to ignore. I had just become the obsession… Of the most dangerous billionaire in New York. To Be Continued…🔥