The Homeless Billionaire Novels & Stories

“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?”

I muttered, my cheeks burning again. “It’s not an insult. It’s a practical observation.” He sighed, a faint hint of exasperation finally coloring his tone. “I am thirty-two years old. My family, particularly my mother, believes my sole purpose now is to provide her with grandchildren and secure the ‘dynasty’.” He said the word with palpable distaste. “The blind dates have become… relentless. They are a distraction I can no longer afford.” I just stared at him, trying to process it. The most elusive billionaire on the planet, a man who could buy and sell small countries, was being hounded by his mom to settle down. It was so bizarrely, hilariously human that it was almost believable.

I kept staring at the screen, with my heart beating so loudly I could barely hear myself think. Kane Brown. Not just any billionaire. The richest billionaire in Philadelphia. I couldn't believe that I had a one-night stand with a billionaire. No wonder he bought all my paintings and left such huge amount for me. My fingers felt numb as I scrolled through the endless articles about him. CEO of a major investment firm. A powerful, and elusive businessman with a net worth I couldn’t even wrap my head around. This can’t be real. How did I get here? What would be my fate?

Men can be crazy and stingy sometimes. I received $30 million from him as a promise f*e. I bought a big house in New York and used the remaining money to start my fashion business. It gives me joy when I see the alert for the money he sent. I got my reward from him, such a ruthless billionaire. I took my phone and headed home to prepare for my visit to the doctor. **************************************** After taking a bath, I realized that I hadn’t spoken to my apprentice at all.

Rich, powerful man abandons struggling family. A cold billionaire refuses to help newborn and grieving relatives. A tale of wealth… and cruelty. And it was working too. “They planned this,” I said. Marcus nodded slowly. “They always do. It's what they do best.” A few minutes later, the sound of a car pulling up outside broke the tension. Henry. The front door opened, and he walked in without waiting to be announced, his expression sharp, focused, already in work mode. “This is bad,” he said immediately. “They’ve taken it to every major outlet. It’s trending.”

“Forget the deal. You’re mine, papers or no papers. The only problem is you refuse to come home. I get it. But I want you to spend the day with us.” I crossed my arms, leaning back against the counter. “My time is too expensive to waste with a man who already has everything.” His gaze dropped to my lips, then back to my eyes, unblinking. “I’ll buy you a McLaren if you spend the day with me.” I froze, staring at him like he’d just spoken another language. “Wait—what? For real?” “Yes, Red. Anything you want. Name it.” His voice was silk over steel. Oh, to be a billionaire’s baby mama, I thought, the smile threatening to break free before I bit it back.

“In the past one year since I’ve woken up from my coma, I’ve seen a lot of things. A man blew his brains out in the courtroom. My son was tortured in prison for God knows how long. I literally had to hear testimony of how my son’s father was killed by the same guy who blew his brains out in court. Then I had to listen to another court hearing of that Nathan guy who was stealing millions from Silas’ account. All of this happening, and people are dying around us. It’s not a far-fetched thing that people can do a lot because of money. All of this happening because Silas is some sort of billionaire.” “Multi-billionaire,” he corrected. I shook my head. “I don’t care. I don’t care if he’s the rich

" Vincent and I used to go to Slyvester’s house often." "So, you've known for a long time that he's rich?" As Terban's eyes flickered towards Chaylen, he was met with a blank expression. Though the other residents of the boarding house appeared nonchalant about their new acquaintances, Terban had done some digging and found out that Vincent and Kyle were sons of billionaires and were in elite circles. In contrast, Chaylen was the secret offspring of a conglomerate and seemed indifferent to social status - a highly commendable quality. Despite this, he had unwittingly befriended Vincent, Kyle, and Slyvester without knowing their immense wealth.

I do my best to hide and be an invisible competitor against business rivals, and though I am never the egocentric type, I have to be mean, hostile, and rude to everyone, including my own family. I have an expensive and beautiful mansion with a white exterior, pink interior, according to my wife's taste, and a black roof; my residency doesn't feel like a home to me from the start. I had thought that I would be able to make it to the home I dreamt of, but I failed woefully, and she left. What does a billionaire have that I don't have? Absolutely nothing! Then why can't my money treat my so-called sickness and save me this psychic trauma?!

“I haven’t held a golf club in my life.” “Tennis?” “Nope.” “But you can swim?” “Yes.” “So why didn’t you buy a house that has a swimming pool? You’re a billionaire, you can do it?” “Am I a billionaire? Well, I have a few hundred millions in different banks here and abroad. And I have some businesses and properties which if you liquidate would run to a few hundred millions, too. Yes, my net worth is more than a billion pesos, so yes, I am a billionaire. But not all billionaires want a mansion or a palace or a castle. Or a swimming pool. I don’t even have a bath tub.” He chuckled. “Besides, those money, my mother just gave it to me.”