The Homeless Man I Saved Was Actually a Billionaire

Chapter 2

Word Count: 825 | Released on: 31/07/2026

nely clean streets of the Upper East Side. The neighborhoo

work. Now it was a trendy vegan café charging twelve dollars for a latte. The air smelled

law firm where she'd started her

ant garbage from a back alley, and tossed it into the compactor truc

alt beside her, the sound of its bra

ogant face she vaguely recognized. Chase Spencer. A tr

his eyes doing a slow, insulting crawl over h

Finley." His voice was low, but loud enou

another bin. She knew what people

g against it. "I heard you got out. How come you didn't call any of y

l in the car. A girl in the passenger

rned and looked at him, her eyes cold.

ash is your new career? From the DA's office to a ga

cle with detached amusement. The humiliation fel

rage. She maneuvered the bin around the f

ot back in the car, revved the engine wit

ark now. "You're a murderer. What right do you

blow, knocking the air from her lun

g into her palms. "I didn't kill anyone," s

sneered. "Be smart. Apologize for

sense of superiority, and felt a wave of n

sh bin forward. It stopped just inches from the

Chase roared, starting

man named Mike, came running over. "Wh

anged. He plastered on a fawning smile. "Mr. Spencer, I'm

ora a venomous glare, silentl

st a public brawl. He let out a cold snort, pointing a finger

rrari's engine a fi

ant to get fired? Do you know who

ved to the next block. The burn of unshed tears was h

the city. She dragged her exhausted body toward the s

hts flared to life behind her. A bla

on his face. He walked toward her, flanked

ce echoing off the brick walls

of the alley w

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The Homeless Man I Saved Was Actually a Billionaire

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“Debora Finley was once a star prosecutor in the D.A.'s office. Now, she hauled heavy black bags as a city garbage collector. Three years ago, her fiancé Brandon drove drunk and killed an heiress. To save himself, he framed Debora, letting her take the fall while he climbed the corporate ladder. When Debora screamed her innocence from behind the prison glass, Brandon didn't just silence her. "You ruined everything!" He pinned her wrist to the metal counter and brought his expensive shoe down hard, shattering the very hand she used to fight for justice. After three years of hell, she was finally released, only to be entirely discarded by her own flesh and blood. Her father slapped her and kicked her out into the cold night, while her sister lured her to a hotel penthouse, locking her inside with a predatory director as a trade for an investment. "Looks like you need to be taught a lesson." Pinned to the sofa with whiskey being forced down her throat, Debora felt the icy grip of absolute despair. She didn't understand why her pursuit of justice was rewarded with a ruined hand, a prison cell, and the utter betrayal of everyone she ever loved. Just as her vision began to blur, a deafening crash echoed through the room. The heavy suite door was ripped entirely off its hinges. Standing in the doorway was the silent, homeless man she had taken in off the streets just days ago. The man who was secretly Gideon Camacho, the ruthless billionaire titan of Wall Street-and the fiancé of the woman Debora was framed for killing. And right now, his eyes were burning with a promise of murder.”