Novel & Cerita Homeless Artist Becomes Millionaire

He stood up and stretched, his joints popping slightly as he walked into the tiny kitchen area of the apartment. The place was barely bigger than a shoebox. A worn couch sat against one wall, opposite a small TV that Elliot rarely used. Books and tech magazines were stacked everywhere, mixed with scattered cables and circuit boards. It looked chaotic. But Elliot knew where everything was. He grabbed a mug and poured instant coffee into it before filling it with hot water. “Another beautiful day of unemployment,” he announced to the empty room. Being a freelance coder meant freedom. It also meant his income fluctuated wildly.

"Fine. I will admit it now. I am not a poor guy, Cass. I am not a beggar." "What do you mean?!" Cass demanded, her voice rising. "Then who are you?" Liam rubbed the back of his neck, looking completely uncomfortable. "I'm a billionaire, Cass. I am a major businessman. That is my real life. The truth is, I was just pretending to be poor this whole time." Cass felt like she had just been slapped right across the face by reality. The small apartment, the broken bicycle, the scrap yard—all of it was a lie. "Why?" she whispered, her voice cracking. "Why would you do something like that?"

She looked at him, completely bewildered. “Not really, since I can afford it.” He shrugged his shoulders, “if your household properly raised you, this would have been utterly normal to you. You would have probably even booked the whole place just to date me.” He told her smugly. "Okay, I get it. You're a hotshot artist, but seriously? Are you some kind of billionaire now? Sure, you're raking it in as a sought-after artist, but how sustainable is that lifestyle if you're burning through cash like it's nothing?"

“Anyway, I got invested in painting and an art exhibition was to held by a group of philanthropist to donate to the orphanage. I had five paintings exhibited, and they were all sold for over a million euros.” Maria’s eyes bulged as she squeaked at the amount of money. It made her wonder if she would ever see that kind of money in her bank account. “Wow! How old were you then?” “Seventeen. When I was eighteen, I came out here, but it wasn’t peachy. It was that money that kept me off the streets. Art saved my life.”

He even shook his head when he saw his childhood photo lined up on the table. “This is wonderful! It's like a dream to be a billionaire! Now no one will insult me ​​anymore!” William muttered in his heart and he was still not satisfied to go through every corner of the room because the room was too spacious and complete. Meanwhile, Audrey and Mrs. Hans are still in the disappointment of being left by the gardener who has served for many years and William, who has always been her maid during her husband's time. “Audrey, I would rather not let this golden opportunity go away! We have to enlarge our company by approaching William! Do you know Mr. Joyce's house? Bless. Mrs. Hans said excitedly.

The shock was reflected in Jenna when she said, “What did you say?” “300,000 dollars operation f*e, they’ve paid the full amount. Didn’t they inform you, Miss Smith?” Jenna gave an awkward laugh. She shot Caroline an unbelievable look adding, “How’s that possible? They have no money, where would they get 300,000?” Jenna knew 300,000 would be an astronomical amount for the poor Roberts family. Caroline’s outfit was assembled at the night market and they lived in a slum, so there was no way they would have the 300,000 dollars to pay John’s medical bills.

Rich. And I was gonna be rich. Two. Hundred. Million. The numbers did a dizzying dance in my head. I could buy a studio. I could travel. I could just… breathe for the first time in my life. I wasn’t going to be a struggling artist anymore. I could finally afford anything I wanted. Just one year and I’ll have all I need to survive. This seemed like the best deal in my life. I laid in bed and smiled as I felt that things were better than ever.

He used several million from the stolen money in exchange for a mink coat, the rest was swallowed by the middleman! Luna used to bring Kater to her kindergarten and 'sold its body' for five bucks. In just a single day, she had earned more than a hundred and only shared a small amount with Kater, giving him a piece of ham sausage as payment. It's in their genes! Hilda was afraid to speak, so she quietly disappeared and left the depressed Nathan alone in the living room. Anthony was already bankrupt, the man who once had millions was now penniless. He also knew that he had come to the end of the road, so he returned to Taadi and joined Nathan.

Only if I were obedient and sacrificed enough would they trust that I wasn't after their money. When they declared bankruptcy, people who had once flocked to them turned cold, some even kicking them when they were down. But I was different. I had dropped out of college without hesitation, worked tirelessly, and never complained, even when my artist's hands were ruined. I'd just smile up at them and say, "It's okay. As long as we're together as a family, that's enough." Andre's treatment cost millions, while each of my jobs only paid two or three thousand a month. They never knew how I filled that gap.

Without having to worry about how I'll survive the next day or about the fact that I may just become homeless, I can focus more on my art and create even better art that will catch people's attentions. "And also, you said that you met him at the art gallery right? Which means that he is very well connected to the art world. All that you need Carmen, is a lucky break to get your work out there. I am sure that he can help you with this. So I think that in a year, you'd be walking away with not just one million dollars, you'd also be walking away as a successful artist who's set up for life. Is there anything better than this?" Chloe asked me.. I shook my head. It sounds good....this does sound