Homeless To Millionaire Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

About two hundred homeless families will be moving into five hundred homes with rent and maintenance free. Delia’s a part of an NGO funded by an anonymous billionaire who was said to have grown up homeless and is now giving back to the community. Personally, I think that is such a sweet and generous thing to do. Whoever he is, he is an extremely kind man and may God bless him.

Most girls dream of marrying a billionaire. Me? I'd rather make fun of one. Especially if the billionaire in question is Alexander Grant. Excuse me - Xander Grant. That's right - the "mega-hot" entrepreneur who's appeared on both Modern Startup Monthly's "Richest Innovators Under 35" list and Celebrity Spark Magazine's "Hottest Eligible Bachelors" list in the last year.

I don’t want to be at home right now, my mother’s latest conquest Mike is home and I hate him. It’s a wonder how my mother always manages to find the worst kind of men. On numerous occasions, some her tried making advance at me but thanks to Ro, I always have a place to go to hide. Mike is married with a kid but that doesn’t stop him from frolicking around. He works for a high end fintech company and is loaded. That’s all my mum needs to know, he has money and can afford her extravagant lifestyle and off cos her drug use. She doesn’t care that she is destroying homes. On numerous occasions, she has been accounted by these men’s wives, but it doesn’t matter to her.

The hiss of milk steaming, the scrape of chairs—all of it blurred. She shook her head, a laugh escaping her, brittle and disbelieving. “No. That’s… that’s ridiculous. Look at me. Do I look like a billionaire? I don’t even have bus fare half the time. I walk everywhere. I eat… eggs and rice because it’s cheap. I owe rent. Billionaires don’t—” “They do if someone stole their life from them,” Adrian said quietly. His words cut through her protest like glass through cloth. Casey grinned, leaning back with a flourish. “Welcome to the family, sis. You’ve been sitting on a fortune this whole time and didn’t even know it.”

"But it also has the navigational coordinates for a harbor I had no idea existed. It has the stars I was shown to navigate by. It has the story of the man who became my true north." He opened the book. The pages squeaked in the still room. "I want to read a bit," he said to them. "This is from a chapter called 'The Architecture of a Heart.'" He opened the book. His voice started softly, hesitantly, but as he got into the rhythm of his own words, it steadied, finding a quiet force. He read not of the billion-dollar deals or the media frenzy, but of the calm, scary instant in his former apartment, facing down an eviction notice and a swamped credit card, wondering if his ideals were something

He was a survivor who had built a fortress to hide his scars. ​"Is that why you're doing all this?" I whispered, my other hand coming up to touch his arm. "The money, the power... it’s all just a wall so nobody can ever get close enough to hurt you again?" ​Julian didn't answer. He just looked at me, his eyes searching mine with a desperation that made my throat tight. For the first time, I didn't see the billionaire who owned half of Manhattan. I saw a man who was just as lonely as the girl who used to sit on a Brooklyn floor counting her last four dollars.

I hung up the phone and shook my head in thought. I pity old rich men who always needs bounter hunters. It's either their daughter ran away from home, or their son stole their money and made away or their grandchildren. I quickly rounded up from the house and headed out. 💫💫💫💫💫💫💫💫💫💫💫💫💫💫💫 The house was run-down and dirty. And there's no other house for miles. It screamed poverty and shrieked wretchedness.

"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?"

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.