The Homeless Billionaire Novels & Stories

I asked and everyone, literally, everyone looked at me as if I had just landed from another planet. "You don't know who Adrien Russell is?" Racheal asked and I shook my head. "You must be living in caves to not know him. He is the most handsome, single billionaire in the states. He will soon take over his father's business of restaurants and hotels all over the world." Megan explained and I stood there shocked. So the person who helped me and saved my life yesterday, was a freaking billionaire. No wonder the management of the lodge gave him so much importance. "But I highly doubt that now. Seeing that his and his family's reputation is at stake. I never knew he was such a player." Hannah sho

"The billionaire? What's he doing here?" "Charity event in the west wing. Though after that scandal with his ex-fiancée, I'm surprised he shows his face anywhere." "I heard he's looking for a new girlfriend. Someone to clean up his image." "A fake girlfriend, you mean. Like those Hollywood contracts." My feet stopped moving. Brett Graham. Everyone knew that name. The tech mogul who'd built an empire from nothing, worth billions, cold as ice and twice as ruthless. "How much do you think someone would pay for that kind of arrangement?" the first nurse asked.

Apparently, the broadcast is a rerun and she’s grateful that it is being aired now. She takes her time and downloads all the available information about him, which she is still surprised are good things he's done. From everything written here, he’s a self-made billionaire, who is heavily invested in humanitarian work and research. According to this article, he’s a selfless enthusiast who hopes to change and make the world a much better place and many other wealthy billionaires in the country have joined him in the quest. How bad can he be? Neriah washes her sobbing eyes and puts a little makeup on and ties her messy hair into a side ponytail. She grabs her sneakers and after putting them on,

And my wages wouldn’t be enough to pay for it. His eyes narrowed, one hand slipping into his pocket. Then someone called him from behind. “Hello Xavier Blackwood!” He turned back and waved briefly. Immediately My mind froze. Xavier Blackwood? The name was a popular, legendary whispered with power and money. A ruthless billionaire known for his icy demeanor and iron grip on his family empire. I swallowed hard, trying to steady my trembling hands. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. The clash was too shocking and surprising.

He mumbled in a daze, "Help me! Send me to the hospital… I'll pay you 100 million…" Veronica was stunned. 100 million? Did I just save the world's richest man by chance? At the payment counter, the cashier asked, "What's your name?" Just as Veronica was about to answer, the cashier looked up and saw her face, and her attitude did a one-eighty immediately. "Oh, if it isn't Tiffany Larson, our director's daughter! Please wait a moment, Miss Larson. A doctor will be arranged for you at once…" Veronica smiled bitterly at the cashier's words. Tiffany was Veronica's biological sister. The two sisters looked exactly alike, but their lives were polar opposites of each other.

I can't help but stare at the boys while they jubilate. These are the billionaires of Alessio. These two are pals and the sons of a billionaire. They are pals and sons of a billionaire. They are not only wealthy, but also handsome. They dubbed themselves "Alessio billionaires." According to what I've heard, they were originally three. I've heard that the third is now out of the country. The third guy's name is Ethan. One of the reasons I enjoy coming here is that I always have something to feast my eyes on. I do not even have a television at home.

Me in that silver dress, standing far too close to Alexander Lancaster. His hand was at my waist. I remembered the moment his touch, the confusion in his eyes. And now it was plastered across the internet. The headline was bold and cruel: **'Nichole Adams Caught in Scandal with Billionaire Alexander Lancaster — Betrayal Runs in the Family?’** My stomach dropped. “Oh God…” Claire exhaled slowly. “It’s already everywhere. T*****r, gossip sites, even some business pages.” I took her phone, scrolling through the comments.

“Others enjoy sleeping like guests.” Guests. I close my eyes. I was once a man who booked flights without checking prices. A man whose mornings started with meetings and assistants and decisions that affected hundreds of people. I used to wear watches worth more than this entire house. Now I am a guest. A burden. A man is measured by how much electricity he uses. Thandeka shifts slightly on the bed. For a moment, hope flickers in my chest — maybe she’ll turn, maybe she’ll say something, maybe she’ll defend me.

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.

She raised her head with a smile. "It is," She giggled as she fought the urge to jump on him. It was a letter from Chris Williams inviting him to make a portrait of his mother but it would be done in his mansion. He is paying him Two billion dollars. Chris Williams is one of the most successful businessmen in Chicago "Do we leave this evening?" She asked giggling with excitement. "No, we start tomorrow. I have to get some stuff today and we are going grocery shopping." "Grocery shopping?" She furrowed her brows. "Why are we going grocery shopping?"