Homeless Artist Becomes Millionaire 소설 & 이야기

“One million pounds. You’re going to pay in cash.” The number was so absurd I almost laughed. “I don’t have that kind of money. I’m homeless. I was arrested for stealing food three days ago. Where do you expect me to get 1 million pounds?” “You’d better figure out where to get it.” He stubbed out the cigarette, only half-finished. “We are not playing with you. I don’t care if you live in a dumpster, fix your shit, and give us our money, or we’ll come for you, and whatever gang is harboring you.”

After 20 years of being in this business, the world calls me a billionaire, but I feel like I have seen it all and it has gotten old fast. Then I met Ava and the colors in my world seemed bright again “Fuck! she is even turning me into a poet.” I need to arrange for a woman, it’s been a while maybe it will clear me of this madness. I think out loud as I pour the scotch into my mouth. My phone vibrates and I see it’s my right-hand man. “Smith, talk to me.” “Sir, we have a bit of a problem the CEO of MegaCon refused to sign.”

chapter FOUR So there I was, lost in a mansion I totally didn’t belong in. I wondered if all millionaires—or was Henry Nash a billionaire?—let broke, unknown guys like me wander through their homes unescorted? It would be too easy for me to pickpocket something and resell it. I mean, a single painting, or clock, or statue could pay for months’ worth of rent or groceries.

Barely more than a week ago she'd been worried about rent, about her mother's medical bills, and about whether or not she'd have enough tips from the coffee shop to buy groceries. She'd poured coffee for all the stupid, entitled customers and smiled through their insults. She'd been nobody, completely invisible. Just another average girl living a hard-knock life and waiting for her big break, just like everyone else. Then Jason happened, and suddenly she was front-page news, draped in designer gowns to be paraded about for socialites and top officials. The new exclusive owner of the moon of all things who was now being kidnapped by criminals who only saw dollar signs when they looked at her.

Knowing this, Nevaeh has impressed me on different levels. I knew that Mason Miller had a second daughter who I seriously thought would be like her older sister. Her older sister was a well-known model, but she was also known in the business industry as somehow who was cunning and manipulative. She has been seen with plenty of business bachelors which were new faces in the business industry. However, the very confusing thing was that after a couple of months the new faced bachelors suddenly became bankrupt overnight and she dumped them and moved onto her next prey as nothing had happened.

“Oh, Sam, there is a lot I still need to tell you. Debts will do for now. I have a lot of debts—“ “From feeding him and his kids?” “Some of it. Yeah.” “And he still does what he did? Does he know how much bargain he’s left you with?” “Settle down, Sam. It’s not his fault. I never told him. Anyway, I’m also saving up. I want to be rich, Sam. I want to make it in life. And then I am working on a project I started for the homeless.” “Really? What is it? What is it? Can I join?”

Nothing. "I took the money and invested it in a business, all of it. The next week I was starving and homeless. I slept on my friends couch for weeks. I didn't have too many friends but I had enough to help me with some stuff, clothes, a place to bathe, one square meal at least. Sometimes I slept on the floor in their garage but I knew... I knew where I was heading to so it didn't bother me. The money multiplied over time and.... I built everything I own now." She was quiet, her lips were still parted and she stared at me

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

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.