Slumdog Billionaire

"Oh my god, how did I get a hickey on my neck?! I'm a virgin for goodness sake!!" Stella let out a scream of horror.

When she opened her eyes, she saw her pale skin reflected in the large, dull mirror frame opposite the bed she was lying in.

Stella quickly sat up and grabbed the bedsheets to cover herself, noticing that she was naked. She gently touched her head, which was throbbing, as she tried to remember where she was and what exactly happened last night.

"Did I drink too much last night? Where am I? How did I get here? This bed sheet doesn't feel like mine." She let out a moan, still confused, as she looked around the room while blinking her eyes rapidly.

Stella tried to stand up from the bed and look for her phone when she noticed that her clothes were on the bed and there were also a man's ragged clothes scattered around.

“AHH! A pervert in my bed!" She shouted, which made the naked and muscular man lying down beside her quickly stand up from the bed and look at her with shock on his face.

"This can’t be happening. I’m supposed to be meeting with my fiancé today! I shouldn’t be in bed with a homeless man like you!" Stella yelled while trying to put her clothes on quickly and cover her boobs and naked body.

"My name is Declan, I’m not a homeless, and I will never harass any woman in my life “ said Declan, but Stella turned around to Declan. He looked muscular, fit, and had thick curly hair that covered most of his face. But she didn't care about this.

It's not about looks. It's about money and power . And unfortunately, he looks poor.


"Just look at your old thrift clothes on the floor, and your ugly tattoos! I can't believe I was taken advantage of by a poor dog like you!”

Stella yelled back, trying to fight the tears running down her face as she wore her vintage Dolce and Gabbana custom dress and designer shoes that cost about 200,000 thousand dollars.

Her outfits alone could feed a lot of orphanages, and she seems like a spoiled brat.

"Let's not insult each other. I'm not a dog, and we can calm down. I don't know how I got into this position either. I'm confused and I don't even know you, Miss," Declan said, putting on his trousers while looking away, not wanting to stare at the blood on the old white bed sheets.

He had no idea who the lady was or how he ended up spending the whole night with her.

"Leave me alone and get out," Stella said, trying to walk, but she tripped and almost fell down. Her body was so sore, and her legs were wobbly.

Declan ran with the speed of light to catch her from falling when the room to their hotel suddenly opened and several cameramen flashed their cameras at Declan and Stella.

They kept taking pictures of them in a very awkward and provocative manner; Declan was shirtless and Stella’s gown was drawn up, revealing her naked long legs.

"No, no, no! Stop that! My life will get more terrible if these pictures leak to the newspaper and social media even though it is already ruined! Don’t let them post that on the internet!"

Stella shouted now crying and screaming with so much anger while she tried to cover the bruises on her legs and thighs. This made Declan feel bad and worried for her.

Declan walked to the door where there were about seven paparazzi men trying to get in while they kept taking pictures of their every move.

"You should all leave right now, I don’t want to repeat myself because If I do, things will get messy !” Declan warned them, and the paparazzi laughed and mocked him.

"Look at this homeless idiot feeling like a hero."

"You're out of line. We're here for her, not you dumb church rat “ One insulted him and the others laughed. Before they could blink, Declan punched the man so hard that blood started dropping from his nose.

Declan grabbed the man's camera and stepped on it until it broke. This made the other paparazzi men attack him with their large bodies.

The hotel room suddenly became a battlefield. Declan was up against seven hefty men who were all trying to attack him at the same time.

But they were no match for Declan. He was fast, precise, and kept punching them in strategic points—eyes, nose, neck, and lower stomach. All of them crumpled and whined in pain.

"Who the fuck is this guy!"

"How is he so strong?!"

"Is he even human?"

"Ouch my groin hurts!"

"Should we call the police?" One of them asked.

"No, we were here on a contract, and we might be fined for trespassing," one of the paparazzi men said in pain as he tried to stand up from the floor and move his painful legs.

"You guys should delete those pictures, or I will find you and you won't like what happens next. This is just a warm-up," Declan said angrily, breathing hard and clutching his hands which were bruised and bloody.

He gave them one look before looking back at the hotel room. That’s when he noticed that the lady was not in there.

He looked around but couldn't find her. She just vanished, and he could only smell the scent of her flowery perfume lingering in the room.

"Well, what a way to start my morning," Declan said as he went outside the hotel room and picked up his phone to make a call.

"Chad, pick me up. I just sent you the address," he said, but he didn't know that one of the paparazzi men had hidden behind a flower plant to take more pictures of Declan fighting and beating the hell out of the paparazzi single-handedly.

After a few minutes, a black, custom-made, bulletproof Mercedes-Benz G63 AMG SUV—which cost about 50 million dollars—picked Declan up from the hotel. It was a pretty shocking sight, seeing such a fancy car come to pick up someone dressed in joggers and cheap shirts.