Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Homeless Billionaire: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

There was a knock on the door. Mpumi answered the door. It was the authorities. She knew them, she had been avoiding them the entire month. “You shouldn’t be here,” the man said. “You have your own house allocated to you.”Mpumi was astonished, “I do?”Vincent and Dave were at school. It was a matter of thirty minutes until they returned. Mpumi was shown to her new house. “Your mother changed her name to yours as the owner of the house in Muden 10 years ago. Moving the entire town, we have allocated each of the owners of the houses built that side new ones here.”Mpumi was in disbelieve to hear that she had a home of her own. It was strange having to have things work out for her so simply. Mpumi was lucky to have had all her furniture moved in from Muden. She realised that she only had to arrange it around the house.Mpumi had to go fetch Vincent and Dave from school. She was happy to let them know tha

“MPUMI?!” Dion was shocked and amazed. “What are you doing here? You followed me…” he was standing in the presence of the little frail woman down the stairs of the giant company. “You found me…” …………………………………….. Being the team leader, Mpumi hosted a camp for her Marketing department. It wasn’t a big deal however, the CEO of the company had to be there. This was to lift the team morale and give esteem to the project. ITSU was a huge company at the end of the day. The scary CEO had to be there. Mpumi wasn’t sure if she was glad to see the CEO. The CEO was Dion. It was awfully strange to see Dion in a work suit and a billionaire. The Dion she knew was a lost homeless man, who was blind and hopeless… The tour agent welcomed them with a noon feast. They all gathered at the table to have their meal. Mpumi sat at the length of the long rectangle table. She was in between her two close friends, Thabo and Sam. She had her face bowed to her plate—she wouldn’t look up because Dion was sitting

Mpumi ran out of the room when her tears started building up in her eyes. She couldn’t contain her grief and definitely, wouldn’t let any of them see her cry. Dion saw that. He wanted to run after her but he still had to resolve the conflict between the children or else, they would be calling him non-stop and again.Dion knew what was going on in her mind, that did not sit well with him. He wanted to talk to her. He knew he had to wrap things up with his little guys.He managed to over-throw them, officially ending the fight, “I win! I always win!” he cheered.“Oh, we’ll get you someday,” said Vincent.“Sure. Yeah. Right. You will need years of training to beat me.”“Well, I don’t care,” Dave said, “I will train so hard. So hard that I become stronger and defeat you someday.”“I remember when I started,” Dion said. “I started small. I would

It was morning. The morning went as it would usually. The maids and the male servants had everything tidied and cleaned. Breakfast was done hours ago. Bowman was only walking around his home without much purpose. That was his wait for his flight back to the UK in afternoon.Bowman had a glass of water in his hand. He had just swallowed his tablets—tablets for back pains since the loss of his son. He was heading towards the living room when the front door opened—“Dad.”Bowman looked only to see a young man standing there, at the door. This man was skinny, pale, and tired. His eyes protruded, and the areas around them slotted in. His jaws and cheekbones pushed through his fleshless skin. His collar bones and ribs marked a defined outline around his chest.The young man had lost so much weight that his father stood in shock for a whole while. The glass slipped through Bowman’s hand and broke scattering its broken piece all over

Soon enough, there were journalists and news reporters outside Dion’s big gates. It was on the outbreak of a new morning. They flashed lights, they screamed Dion’s name, they tried pushing their way in, they held out their microphones. Through all that, Dion was inside his house having his morning coffee.“I still don’t get how you say you’re full in the morning when you haven’t eaten a thing.”“Dad, drop it, already. I said I’m not hungry. My stomach feels bloated right now. I can’t see anything going past my mouth.”“Okay, okay.” Bowman had to stop trying to persuade his son to eat breakfast. He was only trying to get Dion to gain back his weight. It was time he changed topic now, “Hey, I bet everyone is waiting for you in the office,” Bowman chuckled.“I bet everyone is terrified actually. I wasn’t a good person the last time I was here. It only makes