The Homeless Billionaire Novels & Stories

He said as he raised the cup to his lips. “He needed his inheritance. And a hundred thousand dollars was literally nothing to a billionaire like him.” I said nonchalantly and he spewed out the coffee in his mouth. “He's a billionaire?” He asked in surprise and I nodded quickly. “That man that you just called shabby and weak is Owen Walker, the richest billionaire in the whole of Michigan. He owns the biggest entertainment industry here!” I exclaimed and he stared at me with his mouth wide open. “The Ws? Are you serious?” He asked in disbelief and I nodded.

He saw holes in the market and plugged them before anyone else could and the moment he made his first hundred million, he learned the secret to keeping it. Trust no one especially not women, especially not Vera. All he'd wanted was simple, a family after gathering so much wealth, his wife to take care of and their children but she'd had to fuck it up. But none of that mattered anymore, the woman who would be carrying his child was here now, he'd have his family, with no woman involved. He sat down at his office desk, opening his laptop to skim morning headlines. It was supposed to be a normal day until her name popped up.

Liliana: “Irene, seriously, Nathan is not bad at all. If he became your boyfriend, he’d be a thousand times better than Perry.” Liliana obviously wanted me to get over my breakup, so she started putting “dangerous ideas” in my head. I weakly shook my head and sighed. She had it all wrong. Other than that one night, there was nothing between me and Nathan—and there never would be. We came from two different worlds. What kind of man was Nathan Spence? With a flick of his wrist, he could shake the entire Milshire. He owned properties and businesses all over the country. He kept a low profile, but everyone knew he was a billionaire.

Chapter 017 Esther's POV I woke up as early as 4 in the morning and did a little bit of research on the CEO who wanted to help us with forty million dollars. I found out that aside from being a CEO, he owns luxurious hotels and villas in America, the UK and England. I wonder why such a man with so much money would want something in return when he could just give us the complete fifty million dollars without even feeling anything. Well, maybe he needed what money couldn't buy from us. I just hoped it was something that wouldn't be beyond our power. My stomach flipped just thinking I would have to meet him in person.

He was stalling at the edge of the door instead of moving towards the couch. "Yes, it's afternoon indeed but not a good one Mr Milano" The grumpy man grumbled, lines forming on his forehead. I tried not to look smug as I exactly knew what he was angry about. It was getting tiring persuading him for an entire year so I bought his friend's company. As expected Nolan had a close relative who was ready to sell out and be happy in his townhouse. His brother. Nolan had invested in that business in the beginning so he was pissed.

I have never met Robert Williams before but everyone who is into finance knows who he is. One of the youngest billionaires, his company is his life. He is known for being ruthless in getting what he wants but that’s not all. He looks so perfect and handsome, if his billion-dollar empire fails he can give models a run for their money. Thankfully , the position we are in covers my nakedness, and Pete’s dad can’t see much especially since he is standing in the shadow of the dimly lit passageway but I am flushed with embarrassment because any mature adult can guess what Pete is doing.

I read the headlines loud which I missed a year ago. ‘The billionaire NOAH MATHEW'S 50 million dollars luxurious mansion was burned down completely because of the accident that happened in the basement bar of the mansion' I looked at him but saw him looking at me with a smirk while casually sipping his drink. "That was the hidden one," He told me making me more confused.

He seemed he was not affected by the blood flowing out from his forehead. She just thought the billionaires were untouchable because of their loads of money, but seeing Bill’s pity face now, she was wrong. “Nothing. It’s just a scratch.” Bill said and walked past her. He strode inside her room and locked the door. The old butler was puzzled. Bill Sky and Young Madame? Like a hedgehog, old butler spikes rose up when he thought how rich was the man in his young Madame’s room. The most wealthy and powerful businessman in capital Z and known all over the world, Bill Sky.

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.”

"You sound nearly normal when you speak that way." He chuckled. "Don't get too used to it. I'm still a billionaire with control problems." She laughed, the sound real and liberating for the first time in days. That evening, Elena was in her apartment, unboxing a package she'd removed from Killian's. A few things of hers. A couple of books. Stuff that wasn't permanent. She wasn't returning home—yet. But she didn't want to sever herself entirely either. That conversation had left a door ajar. And this evening, for the first time in her life, she wasn't so afraid to walk across it.