Sent to Prison, I Came Back a Billionaire

After I was kicked out of my own house by my family, I tried to find a place to sleep. All the cheap motels were already filled.I had no choice but to wander around the city, looking for a place to sleep while I thought of a plan.

I was so deep in thought that I didn't notice a car charging towards me, so I froze in place, unable to make a decision of whether to go left or right.

The driver was sharper, turning at the last moment so that his car brushed me slightly. The driver drove quickly away, leaving me bruised on the floor. A small box fell out of my pocket. It was Portia's gift that I had forgotten about it when I hurried home worried for my family.

I opened the box and noticed a cheque with Portia handwriting. She had given me 200 billion dollars. I leaped, even though my hips hurt from getting hit by the car.

My original plan bad been to rely on my family for help and to try and find a job that did not require me to show my face or say my full name, like customer service.

But thanks to Portia, I could start my life all over. I could chase the dreams I had abandoned for my family's sake. Many times, they talked me lut of investing in real estates because we 'needed' the money.

This time, I wouldn't allow them to take this from me. I headed for a real estate company with the money Portia gave me.

Once I entered, the receptionist stared at me with a nasty look. “The lost and insane is in the opposite direction."

"I want to buy a villa."

She laughed, "Look around. Do you see anyone who looks like you?”

Everyone there was dressed in fancy clothes and jewelleries.

“No, but—”

“Exactly. Go away.”

I shook my head. “I would like to see your manager.”

“My manager does not want to see you.”

I knew there was no way I could reach the manager from here.

So, I settled for racing towards the elevator.

“Security!” She called.

I got into the elevator before they did. Once I got in, I got off at the second floor and continued on foot because I knew they would be waiting at the top for me to get off the elevator.

I pushed open the door to the manager's office and walked in.

”Do you have an appointment?” His secretary asked.

I walked past her like she hadn’t said a word. I didn’t stop walking until I entered the manager’s office. He was an old man in his 50s.

“Who are you?” He asked without looking up.

“Boss, I’m sorry.” His secretary tried to pull me out of the office.

I pushed her hand away, “I’m Katherine Munroe. I want to buy a Villa."

"You are insane." His secretary yelled.

"I have a premium cheque slip from Rexford." I raised the cheque in the air to prevent his secretary from dragging it out of my hand.

The manager walked to us. "Let me see the cheque."

He inspected my cheque, handed it back to me then picked his phone, dialled a number and spoke for a few minutes in a low voice before he turned to me with a smile. "Welcome to Sunset Real Estate. I'm so sorry for the reception you've received. Please, come and take a seat."

“Boss?" His secretary still gave me a dirty look. "She can't possibly own that cheque. Maybe she stole it."

“Shut up. Do you not know that she holds money in the Hurst Estate? Rosaline, get our finest wine. We need to welcome her properly." He yelled

“She looks no better than a cat from the dumpster.” His secretary still had a look of disbelief on her face.

“I know my worth. What’s yours?” I asked her with my new found confidence.

“Get out before I fire you.” He yelled at her.

She ran out.

Then he bowed as he said. "I am happy to be at your service. Please, forgive my secretary."

Looking at this man, I was reminded of how my family had treated me. When I was able to provide for them, I was the star of the house. They were always willing to prepare my favourite meals. But the moment, I could not longer work like a donkey, I lost value.

"Well, considering how you both received me, I'm not so sure I want to buy anything anymore."

The manager knelt on the floor.. “Please, Miss Monroe, it was a silly mistake. I will make sure everyone that insulted you is properly disciplined."

I was having a new start on life, so it was easier for me to forgive. "Just don't judge people by their appearance again."

"Yes, ma'am." He rose and came to me with a smile. "Are you ready to see our catalogue? We have houses in the South, Upper East, the Island and —"

"Upper East Side. Five bedrooms, all ensuite with additional guest bathrooms. Something modern and already furnished."

The manager showed me several options and I picked one closest to the waterside. That evening, I was the proud owner of my own house.

I called Portia with my new phone as soon as I got to the house. She picked on the first ring, almost like she had been expecting my call.

"Thank you, Portia. I don't even know how to say that I'm grateful."

"Think of it as me returning a favour. So, take your destiny into your own hand." Then she asked. "So, what's your billion dollar plan?"