🖤VINCENZO🖤
The water hitting my skin always gives a very pleasant feeling. I could stay under the showers all day, and bond with the refreshing comfort it never fails to give.
But no.
I have a world outside this bathroom walls.
A world I intend to conquer in no time.
I just can't wait.
A seat in the government is the perfect step to my dreams.
Power is like a masterpiece i intend to achieve more than anything.
The name is Vincenzo. Vincenzo Di Montero.
My name screams power, doesn't it?
Well, I am powerful indeed. I am the only son of my father, CEO of my billion dollars wine making company and I am the kingpin of my underground business. I am fucking rich.
No, scratch that. I am strictly wealthy.
Just yesterday, I realized that I am the third richest man in Venice. This morning, I kinda took a step and replaced the second most richest.
Funny though.
But why second?
That bastard, Maximo Castillo is the first most richest with just half a million ahead of me.
I believe the team is working on placing me as the first. They wouldn't want to get a handful for me. They know what I fucking hate.
My company is able to produce more than half a million in a day. I hate being second. Third is a bit bearable but second?
Just make me the first, for pit's sake.
Well, that's how wealthy and powerful I am.
But I am still not satisfied. I want more.
I want limitless.
Money is not the problem though. I make billions in a day. Money can never, and will never be a problem.
Power is.
I watch the news everyday and I admire the way Mr President enjoy the comfort that comes from the seat.
I want to know how that shit feels so bad.
I want limitless power.
They said, the United States is the world's leading country. Think about the fucking power the US president has at his disposure.
He is extremely powerful.
I want that. No doubt. But I have to start from somewhere.
Nothing good comes easy.
I know that.
Especially something this good and fucking extreme.
That's the more reason why I am ready to do anything to get my heart desire.
I am ready to do anything at all.
Speaking of nothing coming easy, I built the name, Vincenzo Di Montero. I built Montero's wine production company and I run my underground business swiftly.
All didn't come easy. It cost mad hard work, glued consistency and fucking determination.
I am the reason for who I am today. My father started the company but I built it into what it is now.
My family couldn't feed back then, even though they had the company. My father didn't have the brains to make the company worth billions like I did. They lived in poverty back then but i took over at the age of eighteen and gave them the luxury they are enjoying right now.
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MONTERO: My Political Husband
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