Billionaire Night Routine Novels & Stories

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But clearly, why would I pay attention to them when I had a big offer waiting out there for me? They were always a great inconvenience to my life, but well, was there anything better than being a billionaire? Of course not. Whenever the journalists felt the need to attack me with questions, my bouncers were always there to guard me out of their proximity. Soon, we reached my car. I hopped into the backseat, fastened my seat belt. Another good thing about being a billionaire was you never had to talk. Gesturing with the eyes, snapping the fingers, clearing the throat, would do the trick. And right now, a snap of my fingers got my driver to start the car.

Instead, she looked straight at the handsome young man in front of her. She knew that Mr. Dickson had a distinguished guest here today, so she came to make friends. Little did she know that it was Damien Wolfe, the heir to the Wolfe family with a net worth of hundreds of billions. She apologized on behalf of her assistant and said, "Mr. Damien, I'm sorry for my assistant's recklessness. I will apologize to you on her behalf." Ciara was wearing a V-neck long dress, and when she lowered her head, the neckline was visible.

I smirked. My mum quickly chipped in, "My girl, if you agree to the terms of the contract, I will make sure you lack nothing. All your financial needs for yourself and the baby will be met and you will have the ability to finally pursue your dream career. Think about it." She convinced. Vivian's eye twitched at the thought of this, starting her own fashion designing business in large scale and all her financial needs met. But then she still stood her ground reaffirming that she wouldn't give up her child just because of her own personal needs.

The bed I'm lying on is squeaky while the blanket and covers are smelling like rotten eggs. Since I can't sit up, I just move uncomfortably on the bed wondering how I ended up here. However, I can't seem to remember anything and as my thoughts continue wandering, the old door creaks open and a ragged looking man enters. He's grinning like a maniac as he walks towards the bed and I wait for him, anticipating what he's about to do. All I pray for right now is that he doesn't hurt me! “How is our little miss billionaire?” he asks and the odour coming from his mouth hits my nostrils hard, making me to look away. I can't speak because I have a tape on my lips and I just wish he takes it off. I'm

'Well, it's always been like that for her' 'Well, Nanny Divine you would help me with something' 'What is it son? 'I need to make something for Clara, I can't really cool or fry, can you help me' he whispered into her ears as she laughed. Nanny Divine was beginning to see his love brooding for her. He was beginning to look committed to a particular girl. She noticed some changes but paused. He had always lived his life as a rich Billionaire who spent hours in club, with many girls flirting and she had prayed earnestly for him to find someone who would change something about him, something completely different.

he sighed. “Day two in billionaire prison.” By the time he walked into the main living area, Timothy was already there. Again. Of course he was. The billionaire sat at the glass dining table reviewing several holographic reports floating in the air before him. His expression was calm. Focused. Like someone who had slept perfectly well. Elliot dropped into the chair across from him. “You know,” Elliot said, “normal people sleep after two in the morning.” Timothy didn’t look up. “I slept.”

But, if one is rich like that, one can't after all dress like all the world. The pocket of a billionaire, I pictured to myself so big that therein easily a church or the whole senate could find room. The paunch of such a gentleman I conceived to myself like the hull of an ocean steamer, the length and breadth of which I was not able to think out. Of the bulk, too, of a billionaire I could never give myself a clear idea; but I supposed that the coverlet under which he sleeps measures a dozen hundred square yards. If he chews tobacco, it was unquestionably only the best kind, of which he always sticks two pounds at a time into his mouth. And on taking snuff, I thought to myself, he must use up

When I slid the cheque back to her, her smile froze as she stared at the number, her brows knitting together in disbelief. $10,000,000,000. She looked up at me sharply. “Are you out of your mind?” “That’s the amount I want…ten billion dollars. Still think you can buy me?” I smirked. “You think this is funny?” she snapped. “Its just business, Mrs Donovan.” “That figure is outrageous.” “Then just say you can’t afford it instead of wasting my time.” Her face flushed with fury. “You insolent….” “I have work to do.” I interrupted her as I stood up, pushing my chair back as I walked out.

I was going to show my girls exactly what ten million dollars looked like when you had the aesthetic to match it. Tomorrow was going to be another story. But tonight, I was going to sleep in the most comfortable bed I'd ever experienced, as the legal wife of a billionaire, exactly where I'd planned to be.