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 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?

“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.

husky chuckles came from the man, who said we were already at the bar. And lastly, the unfortunate guy with a brief around his grip glared at me and cursed, F*ck.” Yes. Everything started when I agreed to live in the same house with these five billionaires.

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.”

"No, feed me with your hands." He told her who chuckled and nodded. Without saying anything, she fed him the chicken piece. As he kept eating, San kept feeding him something from time to time. Sometimes she would put a piece or two in her own mouth and Gael would feel warm inside knowing she was only doing this so he could eat more. "Oh, I remembered, I needed you tell you something. Do you know, the hospital is being used to turn the black money into white. The big charities that are held, are from the same company and then those companies sell medicines and machinery with hundred times more cost."

She sounds so surprised. "Omg, you know him? Can you help me with him?" The other girl giggled. "Girl, are you kidding? He's like a famous CEO, and he's a freaking billionaire!" I sucked on my lower lip. Is that true? "I can't believe he's here right now. As far as I know, he's not from this city," I heard the girl add. "But I hope he's staying long as our professor and not just here for a project or something."

He smiled wickedly, Nathan even felt that his friend became scary for a while, he exudes a cold and ruthless aura when he flashed that expression. Marcus didn't answer him but fished out his phone and dialed a number, not even twice second, the call was connected. "What can I do for you, young master?" Darwin greeted. Nathan cannot utter a word in shock, this voice.. It's Darwin Charles'! the richest man in Kingston, who recently was rumored to be a left hand only to the rolls royce master. Could it be? "Destroy Henessy Damer's Family, I want them bankrupt before the sun rises." The cold and authoritative voice were enough to sent shivers to Nathan's spine.

PICKING UP WHERE EVERYTHING IS LEFT OFF. SYNOPSIS OF BOOK 2 BILLIONAIRE'S STRIPPER DOLL: Tobias Ashford, the self made Billionaire, slept with Hazel Cameron, an unusual Stripper in a drunken night and now she was fixed on making him take responsibility for stealing her virginity.