Billionaire Night Routine Novels & Stories

The man sat down on his chair very well and adjusted his cloth. “We can all have our seat!” the man said with low voice and all of them sat down back. “Good evening everyone, it’s another lovely night and thank God for that” The man said and adjusted his cloth. “Today! It’s two good news we have and they are awesome” The man smiled and continued talking. “One is that, our fourth Perfect Billionaire’s couple have come back. This is so awesome and I am very happy for this, congratulations to Adewale’s family”

I slightly laugh at her, "Hot? Isn't he like 50?" "50? No he's like 32 or something. Like I said youngest billionaire! You know you're lucky that you're Carl's assistant, the rest of us are dead. We all have to step up our A-game. I don't want to lose my job!" Nina says frantically. "C'mon! The guy can't be that bad right?" I ask. Nina simply shrugs. The guy can't be such a tyrant I mean, he can't right?

she whispered. I gasped. My throat suddenly felt very dry, not knowing how to respond to the information Natty had just given me. I just stood there, frozen. Apparently, my condition surprised Natty, so she tapped me on the shoulder a little hard. "What's wrong?" "Ah....," I stammered. "No, nothing. I-I just... I was wondering who the richest person was," I continued, ending with an awkward smile. Natty shrugged. "Well, no one ever knows. They were very secretive. The only legendary rumor I know is that they have a child. Whether male or female, it's also a mystery."

He was stalling at the edge of the door instead of moving towards the couch. "Yes, it's afternoon indeed but not a good one Mr Milano" The grumpy man grumbled, lines forming on his forehead. I tried not to look smug as I exactly knew what he was angry about. It was getting tiring persuading him for an entire year so I bought his friend's company. As expected Nolan had a close relative who was ready to sell out and be happy in his townhouse. His brother. Nolan had invested in that business in the beginning so he was pissed.

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?

Behind me, the penthouse is quiet in that deliberate way only places owned by powerful men ever are muted lighting, expensive silence, control engineered into every corner. Alexander is on a call in his study. I didn’t ask who with. At this point, I don’t need to. The victory gala is tomorrow. The press will crown us again the billionaire king and his reborn queen, untouchable, flawless, inevitable. Knight Consolidated has swallowed its last rival. The board is loyal. Richard Hale is gone, his name already beginning to fade into scandal footnotes and court transcripts. And yet… my chest feels tight. I press a palm over my heart, closing my eyes.

I was greeted by his secretary, who led me to his office. As Scarlett walked into Damian's office, she couldn't help but feel nervous. This was the renowned Damian company, and Mr. Damian himself had called her. The thought of meeting such a successful billionaire was overwhelming. She tried her best to compose herself as she entered the room. She was greeted by his secretary, who led her to his office. Damian was sitting behind his desk, and he looked up when Scarlett walked in. "Scarlett, please have a seat," he said, gesturing to the chair in front of his desk.

Apparently, the broadcast is a rerun and she’s grateful that it is being aired now. She takes her time and downloads all the available information about him, which she is still surprised are good things he's done. From everything written here, he’s a self-made billionaire, who is heavily invested in humanitarian work and research. According to this article, he’s a selfless enthusiast who hopes to change and make the world a much better place and many other wealthy billionaires in the country have joined him in the quest. How bad can he be? Neriah washes her sobbing eyes and puts a little makeup on and ties her messy hair into a side ponytail. She grabs her sneakers and after putting them on,

The only sound in the room was the faint hum of the laptop and my own pulse, suddenly too loud. “You’re right,” she said finally. “But look at this.” She turned the screen slightly toward me. “He didn’t just inherit his wealth. According to this, he built most of it himself. Luxury bars. Private clubs. Boutique hotels. And… something called the Nocturne Group.” My interest sparked, sharp and immediate. I took the laptop from her and scanned the headline. DAMIEN RIVERA: THE 27-YEAR-OLD BILLIONAIRE QUIETLY REDEFINING LUXURY

Adrian’s eyes lit up as he saw me approach them. I couldn’t mistake the lust in his eyes… Almost as if he was making known that he wanted me. As if. I was just a bar waitress, and he was a billionaire. I would be the last person that he would be interested in. And even if he was… He would only see me as a one-night stand. I was sure of it. I knew that billionaires usually were billionaires because they weren’t tied down to anybody, and could focus solely on hustling and growing their businesses without any distractions.