My Homeless Billionaire

BOOM! CRACKLE!CRASHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!“I HATE YOU! OH, I HATE YOU, I HATE YOUUUUUUUUUUUU!” Mpumi had never thrown such a tantrum in her life.The entire house was a mess but she still was not done. She wanted to break every piece of his furniture. She wanted to hurt him like he hurt her. Dion could only navigate slowly around his messy house. He wanted to jump on her and stop her from breaking more stuff. However, he couldn’t help it, he was blind—he had to be extra careful around the scattered objects.“Stop breaking my furniture, you dirty scoundrel!”“Oh, I hate you. Do you know what you’ve done?!” she was yelling above her voice. “I have bills to pay. I—the dirty, poor, little scoundrel—have expenses! You should have told me that you can’t afford my services anymore. I could have gone to find another job… But you let me work, and work…” Tears were building up in her eyes, “…and work another month without pay!”Her mother, back home, was nearly dying. Mpumi had to make money to cover

“I was so stressed out that I kind of zoned out when the tap was running. Now, the entire building is a mess, because of me!”Bowman asked, “But why were you stressed out, dear child?”“Sir Dion has fired me. My mother is very ill, I need the money, sir!”DING DONG!!That was the doorbell. Bowman had been expecting high profile guests. He had invited them over to celebrate his birthday. He never anticipated welcoming them into a flood. Now, Bowman was thinking that if he reached down the stairs and walked out to meet there, things would be better. He thought that maybe, if he directed them to the patio and kept them out of the house until the house was all dried up, would salvage his dignity.Bowman knew how judgmental his associates were. He knew that his extreme success had made him a target of jealousy and hate, even among the people who frequently smiled at him. It would be damaging if they walked in and found that Bowman could not manage his household. They would most likely sell

Bowman knew his son to be grumpy, almost all the times. He saw Dion sitting very quietly in the car. He may had been quiet but surely, his mind-space must have been loud. He could see the frown on Dion’s eyebrows. Bowman was in deed curious on what was bothering Dion this time, “So, Dion. What are you grumpy about today?”Dion did not feel the need to answer that, he only looked away. He looked into the scene through his window. Not that he was admiring, no. He never admired anything. Not even nature itself. As far as he knew, he was perfection itself, and nothing compared. Admiring other things only lowered his standards, the way he saw it.They were far from home by now. The journey was quiet and Bowman did not like that. He thought he should break the silence. Actually, he thought he should ask Dion what had been bothering him ever since they left the mention. “So, tell me, why is there Mr. Liam and Miss Thandi following?”“Protection and maintenance.”“And the people in the car be

Dion saw the things written about him on tabloids. His name was tarnished yet again. He had to remind himself that some people really wanted to destroy him, even mere maids. But Daphne’s case was not that at all. It was only ‘one thing led to another and another to disaster’ type of situation. He did not want face Daphne again; he only wanted the next day to come so that he would leave for his country already.The next day came faster than expected. It was the early hours of the morning. Dion was all packed and ready to leave that darned place. Liam and Thandi would follow him as usual. All of their bags were already tossed into the boot. Bowman was rather shocked when he saw the news. It was nothing new to see his son on the news but this time, it had gotten widespread. The people were even boycotting Dion from ever being the next CEO of his father’s company—the International Transport Service Unit (ITSU). That company employed a lot of people and these people were worried for their

Dion entered the premises and it showed. Every person in the building got on their toes. It was jitters and nerves. And perhaps fear. The big ITSU, that took up the largest land of Johannesburg. It was the first branch that Bowman built. He had extended it many times and renovated it many times to finally be as worthy for nominations as one of the land-markers of the town. “He’s back!” cries had begun.“What’s he doing here?”“Oh, no. What if he’s been told that I came in late five times last week? I am sacked!”“What if he knows that Brian and Zack had a fight again?”“What’s he doing here!”It was panic. As he walked through, they made way for him. They sat at their desks and each one as serious as though doing their work with passion. He paid no attention to them this time. He was on a mission. He was meeting Gabriel Wilson, his mentor. Gabriel Wilson was the marketing manager and he was previously appointed by the CEO Bowman Hill to work closely with Dion. This arrangement was don