Billionaire Night Routine Novels & Stories

Vance? Max smirked arrogantly, pulling me in for a deep kiss. 'I am a billionaire, sweetheart. Winning is what I do.' The grand ballroom of the Geneva Financial Center was flooded with flashing camera lights, crystal chandeliers, and the elite high-society of Europe. Billionaires, diplomats, and international heiresses walked across the red carpet, sipping vintage champagne and wearing million-dollar diamonds. Tonight was the preliminary welcome gala before tomorrow's massive shareholders vote, and all eyes were on us.

[16] The Baby That Billionaire Wants Archer stepped into the ballroom that was already filled with important figures on par with his father. This was officially a fundraiser, but underneath, it was simply a show-off between billionaires eager to show off their meager sums of money. The show-off was also held in a glittering venue filled with expensive alcohol. It was a stark contrast to the mission of "fundraising" for those in need. Archer himself wasn't sure the money would actually reach the poor and needy.

I sank into the car seat, arching my back in relaxation. I was trying to resist my eyes from widening in bewilderment. Look who was reluctant a few minutes ago... … Liam was right. In a way, how the rich people exercised was quite different from a typical middle-class lifestyle. While we did things according to budget, billionaire’s didn’t even make it seem like they did. For a dirty business like shedding some sweat, they made it seem so glamorous. Introducing various gadgets and equipment. It was like they had different ways of doing it, and even included games in it.

If I was this jittery now, what would happen when we'd be seeing each other every day? USA's most eligible bachelor. Heartbreaker. Billionaire at twenty-four. Were the most popular anecdotes used to describe him? However, one stood out the most to me; a billionaire at twenty-four. Really? His parents weren't dead yet so how had he been able to have all their wealth under his name? Unless it was by name only. Or maybe he'd made his own money himself? No. That was impossible. How did someone at his very young age of twenty-four amass such a large amount of wealth, especially if his parents weren't wealthy in the first place?

The rhythmic hum of Ethan’s new luxury sedan was almost hypnotic as it rolled down the city’s neon-lit streets. The city never truly slept, but tonight felt different. The air was heavier. Charged. As if something unseen was watching. He glanced at the dashboard. The Trillionaire System’s interface glowed faintly on his phone screen, displaying fluctuating numbers and real-time business analytics. Stocks, crypto assets, property valuations—it was all going up. His net worth had skyrocketed again overnight. Yet, his mind wasn’t at peace.

I was even thinking of it in quotations, like it was incredibly important and secret. I wondered what the billionaire was doing this late at night, other than throwing out broken surfboards. I didn't actually know much about him. Sure, I of course had Googled him, but even the internet knew remarkably little about the reclusive billionaire. His two partners had several pages of information, but not him.

ling her waist and moving her booty in an up and down motion as they all cheered her, she swung her head sideways in a dance position but her eyes met Paxton's, the richest billionaire in San Francisco. Paxton ran one of the best hotels in San Francisco and over the years, he has been on the number 1 spot in the list of the richest bachelors. Paxton had been watching her moves from the very beginning and it was obvious that he was interested in her, for over a month, he had been making advances toward her, he wanted her for himself but she didn't want that, she knew that if she became Paxton's girl, she would be the talk of the town and she didn't want that because she believed billionaires

“I'm no billionaire Minerva. We both know that I don't fit into that job. “ I groan, even though I already started with some researches, but Minerva doesn't need to know that. Me taking up my Dad's company is something that I've always been avoiding, I don't want the kind of life where I always have to sit behind the desk, attending to some files and other shits. That isn't the life I planned for myself but knowing that it's already my duty whether I want it or not, I know I have no choice than to do this, so I've been doing a lot of researches on what the shit even means and what I should be doing and so far, it has been exceptionally boring and tiring. “I do think it will fit you, you know

Yeah, she should be. If she is not on the pill, damn, you are in one big trouble. My subconscious mocked. I exhaled as I rubbed my forehead with my palm in distress and then got dressed for work. I own one of the largest publishing companies in New York and about two clubs, in which Neon lights is one of the two. Being a twenty seven years old billionaire, well self made billionaire has its perks. Like being on the tabloids and invited for interviews. But sometimes those perks are annoying and always so damn fraustrating.

Lionel couldn’t hide the smug satisfaction on his face. “Once you’re done bathing, come to my bedroom. Sleep there tonight. You can return to your own room tomorrow morning.” “Yes, sir!” The moment she heard she had to sleep with the billionaire tonight, her cheeks instantly burned hot. Don’t tell her they were going to keep doing that all night long too. She was afraid she wouldn’t survive it. The billionaire was at the peak of his stamina and desire. She had heard he’d been abstaining for months before meeting her…