The Homeless Man I Saved Was Actually a Billionaire

Chapter 6

Word Count: 664 | Released on: 31/07/2026

d Ace exactly where she had left him, sitting quietly

looked clean. He sat there like a dormant predat

e day and mentally calculated her budget for the we

They ate in silence, but it wasn't a

he name "Dad" flashed on the scre

dn't called her once since sh

ated, the

e. Now." His voice was impati

t?" she as

ster, Laura. Just g

e pale. Ace watched her, his expres

er's death, and something in her needed to see that house one last time-to

he told Ace. "Stay he

she was gone, Gideon Camacho pulled out his phone. A small red do

the house she once called home, a modest

e showed no warmth, only disdain. "You finally d

one from the hallway walls-replaced by Laura's head

half-sister Laura were sitting on the couch. A

he said

the armchair opp

bracing

dripping with acid. "I hear you fo

none of your business,

is auditioning for a very important role. She needs money for networki

disbelief. "You called

to be a big star. I need fifty thousand dollars. That's nothing fo

s in prison for three years. My license is gone. I'm a sanitation w

have savings! You just don't want to

as in prison? Did you send me a

erer!" Walter finally spoke, his voice thick

ra's heart sank into a cold, dark

money," she said, standing up

lock her path. She looked at him-and felt nothing.

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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.”