From Homeless To Millionaire Mga Nobela at Kwento

But I guess it was not difficult since his bank account was overloaded with zeros. "I can't believe I agree to this," I murmured under my breath. The mere thought of me having to sleep with him later absolutely makes me want to puke. But I had no choice. Earning the title, a successful entrepreneur under thirty came with a prize. For someone who was thrown out to live in the street yet could manage to crown first place in the young entrepreneurs' list wasn't a blessing from heaven. It was a blessing from all my hard works. The efforts to get myself from being homeless to this position came from my sweat and blood. I would do everything as long as I could get what I wanted.

I asked and I wasn’t really asking a question. She nodded, her entire body was shaking slightly. I turned back to Margaret. “I’m putting down the deposit today. I want the closing papers by end of month. And I want you to remove her from the showing list because she clearly doesn’t have the financial capacity to purchase property in this building.” Margaret practically tripped over herself getting the documents ready. Within ten minutes I’d transferred four million dollars and I owned the right to own a penthouse in Park Avenue. Stephanie was still standing in the middle of the living room like she didn’t know how to process what had just happened.

I gave him a hug. Dad never failed to show the best that he can in raising me even he encountered a lot of hard times doing that. Well, what can you expect? Being a billionaire's only child is never easy. Kidnap for ransom is the most common threat in my life that I had experienced and the reason that leads to traumatic experiences I least wanted. “But Dad, you said that you want me to be happy. Isn't it absurd for you to decide whom I'm going to marry?” I asked him in a low tone of voice.

Azariah suggested. "Okay, let's do that. I just want to feel numb, and anything else can happen after, I don't care," She said with an exhausted tone. Standing up from the chair, Azariah stretched his hands out to her offering to give her lift. She took his hands and headed for the dark glass door leading into the hallway which led to the hall. They got into the hall and it was quite stuffy due to the amount of people that showed up. He really think no one gave a fuck about the Millers, they were known to have biggest slave trade chain where they got most of their old money and riches.

I’m so grateful for dad that he finally saw what I’m capable of. Finally, I can be rich. I am rich from my own hardwork, sweat, and tears. I can finally be a billionaire. Finally…I can make my promise to that young girl when I was seven—that I will marry her, no matter what. I’ve ordered a doughnut and a cup of cappuccino. Fifteen minutes have passed and my half-brother, Derrick, hasn’t yet arrived. It’s quite cloudy; it’s drizzling outside to be honest.

"Maybe I can start working here as soon as I can. You know, joining the family business." I paused what I was doing and looked at her. "I'd like it if you went to university though." She pouted. "Won't it be better if I start working right away?" "That sounds cool but I want you to have a better future." "Says the woman who married a billionaire." I rolled my eyes. "That's not the point. You saw how hard things were before this marriage so, I don't want you to get lazy just because we've become privileged."

He took a deep breath and touched his wounded knee gingerly, I didn't even tie it off to stop the flow of blood, let the fuck bleed to death for all I care. "I mean that some people go shopping for pets and some go shopping for humans and according to their taste it could be man woman or child." "What the fuck are you saying?" "I'm saying that if you have the money and you see little Susie or Jimmy riding their tricycle on the sidewalk and you want them, all you need is a picture, the general area or location of the home and someone will acquire them for you for a price. From what I gathered the senator and the doc liked to oversee those special acquisitions themselves if the price was right

He saw me at my lowest point, and I was worried I’d be dependent on him. He sighed as he looked in front of him again. His jaw tensed. “You don’t trust this is free.” I looked down, biting my bottom lip. “I’ve begged many times. I seek help from different people, trying to find a way to save my home. They were all heartless. They don’t understand the value of this place to homeless children. Everything that matters to them is profit and legality.” “It’s business. Some people tend to lose humanity over wealth.”

I feared I might never find the right person to be a great father for Sasha, something she longed for deeply. Sitting on the bench, my mind wandered as it began to digest the recent changes in our lives. Not long ago, we were on the verge of homelessness, struggling to make ends meet. Now, we were intertwined with an influential businessman and his world. I couldn't predict what was to come, but one thing was clear: I intended to seize this golden opportunity to bring stability into our lives. Perhaps, for once, life was offering something right.

She had always dreamt of a big house in a posh area & luxurious BMW car. Michael came out with a smile & both started walking towards college. 2 months back, Michael proposed to Emily after spending time for 3-4 months. Emily also accepted as she liked his nature. But both were just nineteen years old & have different plans for the future. Michael was a simple guy & was always happy. It's not like he didn't want to earn money but he didn't want to become too ambitious. He didn’t run after money at the cost of his family or loved ones. Emily had larger dreams & wanted to become a millionaire at any cost. So it was difficult to tell if they would be able to spend life together in future or not