The Homeless Man I Saved Was Actually a Billionaire

Chapter 4

Word Count: 703 | Released on: 31/07/2026

oice sharp with urgency. She took a

ker of wary distrust in his e

e meant no harm. "Don't worry, I know some b

in silence, his

e of water and a packet of clean tissues. "Let me at least clean it fo

ing a stiff, almost imperceptible nod. He

around the gash on his side. It wasn't deep, but it

n and the faint outlines of older, faded scars. A fain

spital," she said quiet

low rasp when he fin

s unkempt hair, and the exhausted slump of his shoulde

r. He had gotten hurt saving her.

bling out before she could second-guess them. "If you don't mind,

s dark eyes studying h

is intense stare but pushed on.

a long moment before

d. "Come with me.

er hand to him

rast to his own, which was calloused and grimy. He didn't take

his agreement in the

been holding. She led the way, with Ace following

ent building. The light in the hallway was broken, plunging the stairwell into da

light. "It's small," she said, feeling a pang

ny, but neat and clean, with the fai

ingle chair as she knelt and pulle

ency, cleaning the wound with anti

ough the dirt, his features were sharp and well-defined-a strong jaw, high cheekbones,

eaning back in the chair, his eyes closed. He

an impulsive question escaped her lips.

yes, just gave a sli

n the single bed, then to the worn-out sof

id, taking a deep breath, "you can.

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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.”