Novel & Cerita Billionaire Night Routine

I stared at my hands, calloused and worn, and wondered if I could even pull it off. He tapped the paper in front of him, a profile I hadn't yet dared to read. "I'll pair you with someone tonight," Conrad said, swirling the amber liquid in his glass as he took a sip. The clinking of the ice was the only sound in the room for a moment. "He's a billionaire—or at least that's what he insists on being called. But he's more than that. Powerful. Ruthless. One of the most influential men in the country."

I stated coldy "Y...yes m...miss"she said and bowed her head I threw the corpse of the dead puppy and walked to my room I turned on the shower and within minutes I was done bathing I caught a glance of my reflection from the mirror I can't believe am young and f#cking rich Penny the only billionaire whose so lonely Since it was still already late...I wore a transparent nighte ...I climbed my king size bed and drafted off to sleep TBC

"No need to be in a hurry to kill these two. They will die anyway, let them flex their muscles a bit after all they are the Pillari. What do you expect from the richest Billionaires in Santa Dabia?" He wiped the spittle off his mask and paced around the room. "Lovely bed feels so mushy and comfy. I now understand sleeping on a Billionaire's bed. Oh, look at that beautiful design on the wall. What! Do you have a gold hand washer? Fuck look at diamonds jewelry lying on the dresser fuck I can't understand rich people…" He went on and on complimenting everything that came to sight as Sarah and I held onto each other.

I bellowed, raising my wine glass high. Hawk, Asher, and Delt mirrored the motion with bright smiles on their faces. “Cheers, Boss.” When I raised my eyes to the windows, they reflected my red-rimmed eyes. Ignoring it, I focused on the girl who had been pestering me for a dance. I grinded against the girl while my other hand fondled the tits of a woman who was half-drunk and fully thrilled to be near me. “Thirteenth richest man under forty,” the media said. “Youngest billionaire to legally dominate an entire metropolitan empire.”

Earning two hundred thousand dollars a month was definitely worth it. "Dreaming about me?" Adrian asked, disrupting my thoughts. Scoffing in disgust, I squinted my eyes open, glaring at him, "Can you just hush?" "Why? Afraid you'll fall for me if I keep talking?" Oh gosh! This guy is even more annoying than a second grader. What did I do to cross paths with such an idiot! Forcing a smile, I took in deep breaths to calm my nerves. "This is a five hour flight. Would it kill you to be quiet just for that much?"

Had I already made an enemy after barely a day of marriage to Masssles Country’s former most eligible bachelor? The unanswered questions lingered, gnawing at me until the car slowed to a stop. I stared in awe at the sprawling white mansion in front of us. The golden cupid fountain in the driveway gleamed under the sunlight, surrounded by meticulously trimmed greenery. The estate exuded grandeur, but the heavy presence of security guards gave it an unsettling air, more fortress than home. It was beautiful, far grander than the mansion my father had always cherished. “Do you plan on sleeping in the car?” Kellen’s sarcastic voice jolted me from my thoughts. His face appeared in the window, one

At this point, he was looking intoxicated and needed some help. " Richard Please, I'm here. You can share with me anything. Please don't drink yourself to death " I tried my best to see if there was a way I could call his spirit back. I might not be a therapist, but I know Richard needs help right now, I don't get it though. What could be bothering this super rich handsome young man? He has money and can have any kind of girl he wants. Plus all his businesses are doing just fine, so what exactly could be his reason for this?

Her room setting was looking expensively simple, the wardrobes made it expensive, new expensive fitting shoes, fitting bra that had her wondering how they knew her size, pants, mini dresses which she loved. She laid back on her bed, yawning, her eyes began feeling drowsy, before she fell asleep 'She hadn't had a proper rest last night, chatting and talking to people who would save her little cousin from the hands of death'. Two and a half hour gone, even the maids had forgotten to wake her or inform her about the boss arrival. Till the boss finally walked in at night, seeing the girl sleeping peacefully on the bed, her gown rolled up to her upper thighs.

Miguel Gunther Salvatierra, the 29-year-old billionaire and CEO of a multinational company, was busy moving from one desk to another. His office, located on the 30th floor of a tall building, was filled with luxurious furniture and modern technology. He was preoccupied with finishing some paperwork when his secretary, Beatrice, entered his office. “Sir Miguel, the reports you requested are here,” she said. The concern in the elderly woman’s voice was evident.