Novel & Cerita Homeless Artist Becomes Millionaire

The parking lot is empty except for me and Arthur’s old worn-out car that has served us for the better part of the year, and while anyone on the outside looking in wouldn’t guess it- it feels like we have the whole world and endless possibilities stretched out before us. The best part is, those possibilities are bought and paid for by my hard work alone. My paintings sold for more than I could imagine. The last one of the night, after the booze had been drunk and the food turned cold, had sold for ten grand. Making it officially possible for Arthur and me to quit our jobs.

" Old Prisley advised. Maisse waited as Old Prisley went into the house to get the money. He came back with two new five hundred dollar notes and gave them to her. "Sir, this is too much. I only need a hundred and fifty." Maisse protested. "Just take it. I know you are struggling. Seeing as the diner is already sold and you have no place to eat for free. The money will help you for some days as you figure things out." Old Prisley said. He gave Vik two hundred dollars. Vik wanted to refuse but he insisted. "Speaking of figuring something out, did you manage to talk to the buyer of the diner? Did he give you any positive answer?" Vik asked as he pocketed the money.

Why will I fall in love with a monster who has done nothing but to deprive me of freedom and lay his hands on me almost every time? He nodded. "I'm surious. Just want to be sure." He then leaned forward. "Now, do you know how he built his wealth to become who he is today?" I shook my head, replying that I didn't. He chuckled. "What you don't is that he's involved in drug smuggling, human trafficking, corruption, assassination and many illegal things. That's how he built his wealth. It’s honestly a miracle you’ve lasted this long in his house."

RIVER I had no job, no savings, and I had bills to pay. I was broke as a homeless. The only good things in my life right now were Journey and well, Krew. But being with a billionaire had consequences, and at the same time, had perks. I wanted to shrink, wishing a black hole would appear on the floor and swallowed me down. Krew hung up on me not a moment ago, and now he was sitting across me while his arrival had filled the entire premises. Then he just barked at me that we were going home.

Matthew replied, “In the past, my parents had high expectations for a future daughter-in-law, however, since my accident, they just needed me to open my heart and get married.” I nodded slightly, not asking any more questions. I looked out of the car window and saw a lavish old mansion that could only be seen on TV. In my heart I let out a sigh, there were people who had so much money that they couldn't spend it all while others were always struggling with money problems. Looking at their family's lavish mansion, I feel heartbroken again. The money to build that mansion was enough for so many poor girls like me to go to school.

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.

Even at my lowest, when eviction notices howled at my door like starving wolves and homelessness bared its teeth at me after my time in prison, I had never imagined that a careless investment from years ago had quietly turned me into a minor tycoon. The irony almost made me laugh. I remembered those days too clearly. Lana bundled against my chest, both of us shivering in the early dawn as we took street-cleaning jobs just to scrape together rent. Survival was all that mattered at the time. Compared to that, wealth felt unreal. Like a story that belonged to someone else. I stared at the screen in silence. “I’ll send you the contact information for the trust company’s manager and the person ha

Before I could respond, my phone buzzed in my apron pocket, then buzzed again, then began buzzing so rapidly I finally pulled it out just to make it stop. Forty three notifications. The same headline, over and over, from every outlet that had run Vanessa's photo the night before. Billionaire CEO Nathaniel Whitfield Admits Marriage Began as Family Arrangement. Says It No Longer Is.

Men can be crazy and stingy sometimes. I received $30 million from him as a promise f*e. I bought a big house in New York and used the remaining money to start my fashion business. It gives me joy when I see the alert for the money he sent. I got my reward from him, such a ruthless billionaire. I took my phone and headed home to prepare for my visit to the doctor. **************************************** After taking a bath, I realized that I hadn’t spoken to my apprentice at all.

only family, I have no one else left. And all the money I've been getting from work goes there I don't even have money for myself... but that's not the problem I just... I really need your help, if I can get a loan, I'll work for you till I've cleared it". "How much do you need?". "About a.... a million dollar". He paused to think for a moment, he pulled out his cheque booklet and wrote a three million dollar cheque. My heart was beating dangerously fast. There's no way this is happening.