Semua Bab Billionaire hits rock bottom : Bab 1 - Bab 5

CHAPTER 1: THE MAN WHO SLEEPS ON THE FLOORI sleep on the floor now.Not because I believe in humility. Not because I’m trying to prove a point to the universe. I sleep on the floor because there is no place left for me to stand — not in this house, not in this life.The mattress beneath me is thin, the kind you give to guests you don’t expect to stay long. It smells like dust and old fabric softener, like a childhood that never fully moved on. Every time I shift my weight, it makes a sound — a tired, protesting sigh — as if even the mattress is confused about why I’m still here.Above me, on the bed, lies Thandeka.Her back is turned to me.That’s how nights are now. No warmth. No accidental touch. No whispered plans about the future. Just silence stretched tight between us like a wound that hasn’t decided whether to heal or rot.I stare at the ceiling. There’s a crack that runs from one corner to the other. I’ve counted it so many times I could draw it from memory. Sometimes I imagi

CHAPTER 3: A HOME THAT REJECTS METhe moment I step into the living room, I feel it again — the invisible line that separates me from everyone else in this house. I am not just unwelcome; I am a problem. A shadow. A reminder of failure. Even the walls seem to lean in, pressing, judging.Cynthia is already there, perched on the sofa like a queen observing her kingdom, except the kingdom is one I can’t belong to. Her eyes flick up when she notices me. Not a smile, not a greeting — only calculation, a weighing of my worth.“Ah,” she says, voice smooth and controlled, “you’re here. Did you remember to shower before you came down? Some men… they think washing is optional.”I stiffen but say nothing. Silence is the only shield I have left. I nod faintly, stepping past her. Thandeka is on the other sofa, scrolling through her phone, avoiding both of us. The space between us is wide, empty, silent, and I can feel it stretching even more under Cynthia’s gaze.Cynthia shakes her head. “I don’t

CHAPTER 5: THE G-STRINGThe morning was quieter than usual, but the silence carried a weight heavier than words. I stepped into the living room, already bracing myself for Cynthia’s gaze, for the judgment, for the invisible chains that bound me in this house.But today… Today something was different.The air smelled faintly of something floral, almost perfumed, and it made the pit in my stomach grow sharper. Thandeka was nowhere in sight. Cynthia was moving around the living room with the deliberate calm of a predator. I could feel her calculating every move, every word.She stopped abruptly near the sofa, hands on her hips, her eyes locking on me. “We need to talk,” she said, voice smooth but carrying an edge that made my skin crawl.I froze. Something in her tone, a subtle shift, told me this wasn’t the usual morning lecture.“What about?” I asked cautiously, trying to mask the unease tightening in my chest.She lifted a small, delicate object from the corner of the sofa and held it