Billionaire Night Routine Novels & Stories

A man. He was turned slightly away, one arm bent under his head, the other resting over the pillow where I’d been. His hair was dark, a little messy from sleep, and the morning light caught on the sharp line of his jaw. He looked unreal, like someone who didn’t belong in the same world as me. And then I saw his face clearly. I stopped breathing. Zachary Moreau. Even people like me, who lived on scholarships and instant noodles, knew that name. The heir to Moreau International. Every business headline, every glossy magazine, every charity gala. The kind of man you read about but never meet.

right before I shattered. I read about him during slow periods—discreetly, on my phone behind the circulation desk. Articles from Forbes, Bloomberg, a few older profiles that called him “the ghost of Los Angeles finance.” Youngest self-made billionaire in the state. Ruthless in boardrooms. Invisible in tabloids. No scandals. No girlfriends photographed on red carpets. Just power. Quiet, absolute power. I was fucking a billionaire.

Her heavy bosom rose and fell while she emitted this unique scent exclusive to after a passionate moment. His eyes darkened and his throat went dry. "You don't know how much I have missed you Aurora", he purred like a kitten. Aurora was filled with delight to hear this from the man who controlled the business world. With a snap of his fingers, the economy of the country can crumble. She had gone through so much to get him and all she wanted was to have him cling to her just like now. Pouting, Aurora ran her hands on his chest in a sensual way.

Why? He had 70% of his body burned in that accident. Ever since this family told me I would have to marry him, I delved into research. He was an important billionaire in the United States, yes, and indeed, he was a handsome man. But behind the facade of power and beauty, a life of excesses and scandals, especially with women, was hidden. He was the embodiment of what I despised the most to have as my first relationship in my entire life, and now... it seems I will be stuck with him for the rest of my life, even if he was an important person.

Curiosity got the best of me and I can’t help but ask, “Golden Boys?” She turned to face me surprising me with the intensity that she had in her eyes as she explained, “The heirs of the top billionaires of the world. They cover almost everything. From food to transportation, banks, the list just goes on and on.” “Wow,” Brie replied with amusement. “You’re lucky, Eve.”

I walked out of my bedroom and walked to the kitchen. Yes, I have a lot of them. Actually I am a billionaire. Many of you can ask where I am working at the club and cafe instead of working or having a company. I did not get any college education nonetheless high school education therefore if people find out that I am rich, they will start to ask where my money comes from. Working in a club pays a lot. I only work as a bartender on Tuesdays and Thursdays then the rest of the days I work as a stripper. I also do lap dances. So most of the time, I go home with more than a hundred thousand dollars. So some people know I am rich but not that rich. I am sure they will be shocked when they find out

“Yes, money oils everything.” “I suppose you have many charities that you support?” He smiles at me. “No.” “Why not? You’re a billionaire. Think how much good you can do in the world.” He walks towards me with my drink. “Stop being naïve, Star. How do you think one becomes a billionaire in the first place?” I scowl as I take my drink from him. “I’m a billionaire because I made millions of people all around the world poorer. Through immoral and illegal means, I acquired resources for a fraction of the price they should have been. What should have belonged to the people I took for myself.”

the blonde asked, her voice a bit breathless. "That's Dorian Rhodes, the billionaire. He owns Rhodes Enterprises," the brunette replied knowingly. "Damn, he's fine and rich. I wonder if he's single." "A man like that? Never." Dorian couldn't help but chuckle under his breath. He wasn't oblivious to the attention, but his thoughts were all about Eva. He passed Leeann's office and peeked inside. She was on a call but waved at him with a wide grin. He nodded in return before finally arriving at Eva's door. With a playful smirk, he knocked in a light, rhythmic beat.

“You can come back tomorrow, really early. Or, you know, hang around for a while. Sometimes these billionaires get bored, cancel last minute, head off to a hotel with their mistress or whatever. Typical stuff. You might get lucky.” That caught me off guard. I tilted my head slightly. He finally looked up. Young, maybe mid-twenties. Dreadlocks pulled into a neat bun. Clear eyes. Calm face. Zero trace of intimidation. I raised a brow. “Is that so? That’s a pretty bold take.” He shrugged, resting his elbow on the counter now, fingers still idly drumming against the keyboard. “You asked for a table. I told you how it works,” he said casually. “It’s not a take. It’s facts. Rich folks cancel all t

“You look exactly like the pictures.” The images Mira had shown her flashed through her mind. She clenched her jaw and remained silent. “I heard your dad is really rich. What would make you do something like that, huh?” No reply. “I mean, I’m not surprised. Women these days—greedy, lazy, never willing to put in real work unless it involves spreading their legs.” He spat the words with disgust.