Homeless Artist Becomes Millionaire นิยาย & เรื่องราว

His eyes were no longer the icy blue of the trillionaire CEO I married weeks ago; they were flickering with something unreadable. "When I touched down on American soil, I had to create something that could drive me out of poverty….I couldn’t trust anyone other than my siblings because the kind of hand life had dealt us made it like that. I spent years pitching to different companies, sharing my ideas for anything they could offer. Even when they spat on me, I went back to them because I had no choice, until five years ago, I managed to snag an investor that turned my robots into my billion-dollar empire before I moved onto real estate.

Jeffery stared at Zach with hatred as he thought about the perfect life Zach had, the perfect girlfriend, the genius who was already wealthy on his right without adding his inheritance, the amazing looks that made women not care if he treated them like sh*t, the father who gave him leeway to do whatever he liked. Jeffery knew that he was not an average man, he was pretty amazing in his own right but next to Zach, all he had ever been was the perfect sidekick. Another perfect to add to Zach's list of perfects. He was tired of being a sidekick, now he wants his own show even if he had to steal it from Zach.

Despite being a man with his lifestyle, he was not insensitive, the very idea of having killed someone and walked away without doing anything would not let him live in peace. Mason Clark, a young millionaire of twenty-five, son of one of the best families in the city, a man not so tall, but with an enviable body, since he was only dedicated to taking care of him, his presence was the most important thing, he had straight blonde hair, with honey-colored yellow eyes and snowy skin. Known in his social circle for the way he squandered his money, his generosity with his friends and especially the endless number of women who had passed through his room, he was the most sought-after bachelor in to

I was a billionaire who couldn't access his own fortune, rendered powerless and trapped by the very digital footprint that had built my empire. We walked away from the ATM, from the money, from everything I’d built. That night we slept in a homeless shelter in the Bronx, anonymous among the desperate and forgotten, and I lay on a thin mattress that smelled of sweat and despair, wondering how we’d fallen so far, so fast. Day 7.

“What?!” That was how I became 200 million dollars richer plus assets before I left Bedford Women’s correctional. Harvey said I'm a billionaire now. Whoa. Before I went in----I was a nobody. I was my brother’s fallback guy. I took a fall for a crime he and his girlfriend committed. Paul and Miles came from a concert afterparty and hit a pedestrian who was on his way home from work. The family pressed charges because the victim died.

*Lily* God, what a night. My mind was still in disbelief from the ruined painting selling for one million dollars. It's funny how the things some deem unworthy can be considered worthy by others; truly, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. I couldn't believe it. My, how the tables have turned. I didn't have a place to stay last week and was living with friends. Now, I was dating a billionaire with one million dollars in my bank account; it was like a dream come true.

He said abruptly, “I’ll have a check written by tomorrow.” My eyes widened in disbelief. He really was as rich as I claimed. I gulped hard, my ever prideful self and shook my head, “You can have it. I don’t want your money.” I needed his money. I already quit my job and being an undiscovered artist in such a small town wasn’t enough. Madeline paid me good and with the food scraps I get from the restaurant, I was able to make a living and pay off my parents mortgage on the house. Now I only had my canvas going for myself, his money would go a long way but I didn’t want to be indebted to a man I barely knew.

My heart fluttered at the thought of 'my new home'. As I descended the stairs and entered the hallway, my jaw dropped in awe. This house surpassed the size of my own house and Anna's magnificent residence combined. My husband must be a multi-billionaire because this wasn't the kind of house an ordinary man would live in. I stepped into the living room, which resembled a grand ballroom, and instinctively covered my mouth in shock. Morris was actually residing in this vast house all by himself. It was spacious enough to accommodate both her family and Anna's, with room to spare. The place didn't even appear lived in.

We see each other every other night and I must confess, my day is almost not complete without seeing him, he is nice and friendly and encourages me a lot. He doesn't know who his real parents are, as he was dropped off at an orphanage at a very young age, he too got tired of being thrown around foster homes and decided to start living in the street, but a few of his friends from the orphanage offered him a place to live with them. He in turn pays a little part of the rent money and helps out with the house chores to complete the other part his income cant afford. He loves drawing and painting and he believes that one day he will become a great artist, and I don't have any reason to doubt thi

“When I was seventeen years, my father told me to learn the essence of life and start helping myself, he cut me off from the family and threw me out in the streets. He told me that I had no entitlement to his riches until I made a name for myself, that he was not going to harbor a silver spoon child when he went through thick and thin to get to where he was. As a kid who had lost everything in one day, all my bank accounts frozen and my money taken from me, I needed a quick way to earn money to get back on my feet and prove to my father that I was worth every penny.” he paused to know if she was listening and her eyes was pinned on him every moment. “I began sleeping under the bridge like ev