Homeless To Millionaire Mga Nobela at Kwento

How she itched to slap that smug look off her face. “Three years ago your grandmother developed acute kidney failure, needing a transplant. You mortgaged all your houses to pay those medical fees, so broke your family was destitute. Then you started leeching off Reginald. After a few years of comfort have you forgotten your lowly origins? Nothing but a country bumpkin clawing her way out of poverty. No matter how high you climb, you can't change your base depravity!” Chloe shoved the cheque forward in disgust. “Drop the haughty act and go buy yourself some class!”

Even though I had never seen it in action, I'd heard of his ruthlessness so it baffled me that he wanted me to let them off the hook. “It's not even remotely enough what they are going through. Do you know what they did to me?” “I know, Remi,” he said. “But it couldn't have been that bad.” “It couldn't–” I faltered. Was this my own father? “Dad, they threw me out into the street. And I couldn't even get a place to stay because his goddamn mother maxed out my credit card. You know what the best part is? I'd just paid the mortgage because he was drinking and gambling away his money.”

“I sold my shares in J&S. I’m homeless, Arielle.” I studied his expression, said in a sure tone, "Jared, even selling all your companies won't make you homeless overnight," I stated matter of factly. "You're a billionaire. You have properties and resources, and turning homeless overnight just doesn't make any sense." Jared shifted uncomfortably, like someone who has been caught in a wrong act. His eyes darted everywhere, avoiding mine. "Fine, I'll explain everything," he sighed in resignation. I stood at attention, my arms crossed tighter, and my eyes never leaving his. "I'm listening."

Because I wasn’t rich enough for her. I clenched my fists. Her betrayal had been the final push. For a man who had always craved wealth, it was the only motivation I needed to climb my way to the top. Of course, making money hadn’t been easy at first. I was just a nobody—an orphan with no name, no connections, nothing to my name except a burning hunger for money. But then, one day changed everything. That day, a group of wealthy strangers approached me, claiming to be my family.

It seems everyone could read beyond her present state. “There’s nothing much to say aside from that my dad’s company went through a terrible financial stroke due to a failed project and our competitor bought our company,” she said in one go and took a bite from her donut “Oh my, this donut is so good” she made a satisfying sound and continues eating.

I uttered. His facial expressions squeezed his nose, “I am not a resident but the owner of it”. I hissed, “Am not here for any boastful words. I need to get out of this place filled with filth”. Michael formed his hand into a blow, he punched the air. I would have landed that on you. But for the sake of my unborn child I save that”. I eyed him, a cheap man always looking for ways to boast of his wealth. Am sure if he wasn’t born into wealth . He would have never been a millionaire and talks more of having billionaire status. All thanks to his grandfather and father who worked hard to keep the generational wealth going.

They truly couldn't understand why she would reject the money when she was from a wretched family. Based on her background, not even her entire household could ever get a quarter of the amount if they put all of them for sale. She was dirt poor from a random countryside, and the worst of all, was that she was an orphan who was raised by her grandmother. It was still a wonder how she managed to get married to a man like Malcolm Meyer because of his grandfather's silly family promise. "So you do not wish to take half of a billion? And not even a company?" Malcolm proposed a tempting offer in a calm manner with an overbearing tone that sounded menacing, and emphasized how dangerous it was for h

On cue, soft classical music begins to play from the built-in sound system, and I let out a blissful sigh as the bath tends to my sore muscles. God must have favorites because while some strive daily to acquire even a tenth of this wealth, this had come so easily to Anderson just because he was lucky enough to be born into it. He must've had it easy all his life, and it seems God looked to even the score by making him ill, but still, he had the resources he needed to sustain himself. Unlike others…. unlike me. My eyes fluttered close as the image of my brother on a hospital bed flashed through my mind, resting in a point between life and death.

Everything he said in the car kept replaying in my mind. Dominic told me again he used to have money, saved up from his earlier business ventures. He’d been successful once. But then he went bankrupt, and instead of rebuilding like most people, he decided he was done. He grew tired of working, walked away from everything, and chose a life on the streets. Lived off welfare. Swore he’d never work again. I didn’t understand it. I respect every profession and personal choice. I just don't understand why someone like him, who used to be a boss, would choose to be a homeless person when he could have opted for any more decent job.

"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?"