Romans & histoires From Homeless To Millionaire

Even Alicia’s master bedroom can’t match the room. “Hey brother, this will be your room from now onwards. Please settle in and relax a bit. Later, we will go and buy you clothes. You need a whole new cabinet. I will leave you to get acquainted with your room” Dan explained to him. Josh thanked him and he left. Josh kept wondering how all over sudden his life has changed from humiliation and divorce to being a billionaire. In the afternoon, Dan and Josh went out in one of his flashy cars to shop for the new clothes. They packed outside one of the high-end shopping malls with VIP services. West end mall is one of the biggest malls in the city that most rich families go to shop.

Either he hadn’t read my message or he was trying to avoid me. I slumped back on my small bed and buried my face in my palms. The day was just getting started, and yet I felt my world was about to end. I never signed up for this mess, but I still found myself trapped in it. Jobless and homeless. Those were two words I never imagined myself associated with. I loved my job as a restaurant server and showed nothing but dedication and hard work to it for the past five years. But people with pure evilness in their hearts exist. They do nothing but destroy anyone they consider a threat. I met one in Elizabeth, and look where I ended up. As for my home, I worked hard for years and saved money to bu

The boy who dreamed of making something of himself. I had not been born with a silver spoon in my mouth. Nothing was handed to me. Everything I have today, I fought for. I carved my way through rejection, failure, and doubt. I worked my ass off for it. And today, that fight paid off. Today, I was a millionaire. But how did it all start?

“Stop it, Xander. You can’t beat him! He’s…” Xander waved her away. “No, you don’t have to tell me anything. Listen to me—I’m not the same dirt-poor, working-class man I used to be anymore. My wealth, Grace, eclipses your imagination. I’m filthy rich! Richer than most people could imagine! So many people have tried to work hard to earn as much as I have. They’ll think 15,000 means a lot, but to me, it’s not even worth mentioning. It’s nothing!”

Lian joked but Keane had a satisfied smile on his face. "You don't have to share more if you don't want to." "No, I want to. It's been long overdue anyway," Lian took a deep breath. "I, uhm, I was homeless for the first three years and I was cold and hungry and I wasn't earning enough from all the jobs that I took so I started doing drugs," his voice cracked as he said the last few words. "It kept me from feeling the cold and hunger and then uh-"

But my eyes… my eyes were full of astonishment. I never expected my life to change so quickly. Just yesterday I was living in a cramped rented room, musty smell, thin mattress, facing a crazy ex-fiancé, and family debt like a mountain. Now? I lived in a luxurious mansion, surrounded by servants, designer clothes, and… a billionaire who called me Little Doe.

He explained, sighing. “How about jobs? Have you thought about getting any?” I asked and he nodded. “Apparently, no one wants to give a job to a homeless guy. They all think that I would start to steal from them or ruin their business.” Tears grew in his eyes. “We didn't grow up like this, my mom and dad got betrayed by someone they trusted and this is the reason we became homeless. It is not because they are lazy, it is because humans are wicked.” Tears slid down both sides of his cheeks and I felt a tug in my heart. This wasn't his fault. It wasn't the fault of his parents either. I blamed them saying it was because they didn't work hard but they did.

He insists on giving me what he can afford to give me for his room he stays in. The homeless shelter used to be an old motel I bought when I hit 20. Before that, I worked in kitchens most of my working life. I’ve always known I wanted to cook and bake for a living. After I made enough money, I bought my own food truck and called it Meal Mentors. It did rather well. Well enough, I made enough money to buy this abandoned motel and turn it into a shelter. I knocked out a wall to change the big room outside the kitchen into a cafeteria. Added a lot more windows, round tables and lots of chairs, and voila. It was a lot of work, but it was well worth it. The streets are no longer littered with hun

My children would be safe. Fed. Educated. They wouldn’t sleep hungry again. I had walked into this house homeless. And a few hours later, I was being offered a way out. I closed my eyes. “I will marry him.” “Perfect! He has been dying to meet you “

Isla Hart sat on the worn-out couch in her small apartment, staring at the check that had changed her life. Three million dollars. It felt surreal, like a dream she couldn’t quite wake up from. Just a few weeks ago, she was drowning in debt, struggling to pay her rent, and worrying about her evil boss who delayed paying her salary for the past two months. Now, she had enough money to breathe, to live, and to finally take care of herself.