REDEMPTION (Book 1, Redemption Series)

Chapter 1 : It still hurts!

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Jonathan's POV

It never ceases to amaze me how deep human pretense can go; often, the most messed up victims of such acts are ourselves. For every ten people you meet, six are not what they say they are; two don't even know who they are yet, and the other two percent dislike the very thought of other people's happiness but always say they're happy for them. And one or two of those people will never let you know just how lonely they are.

But since we exist in a pretentious world where words like 'fake it till you make it' or 'If you can't beat them, join them' are the model examples of motivational speech, I guess we can't judge anyone because we're all guilty of this crime.

I am certainly not exempted from this crime of course. I was in that two percent. I could admit it to myself, that was the easy part.

I am as lonely as a tick in a metal pan. Am I doing anything about it, though? Nope! You guessed right. To the whole world, I am this strong and handsome young billionaire who has it all.

I'm every lady's dream, they say; I've got the looks and money. Some say I'm a cold-hearted bastard with no regard for other people's feelings when in reality, they have never spoken a word to me.

Others say I sleep with different women every week because I travel a lot, so I have several mistresses in different cities when, in reality, I haven't found anyone that appeals to me in that sense recently.

I used to date this girl back in college. We fooled around a couple of times, but I didn't like her like that, so I ended it. I am a 27 years old self-made billionaire, and I have no freaking idea of who I am yet as a person.

The media has its opinion of who they think I am, but the truth is...they haven't got the faintest clue of who I am, not when I don't even know who the hell I am.

The thing is...I have a love/hate relationship with myself. My family doesn't know about it. Heck! No one knows about it but me. Many things had gone wrong in my life as a child. My mother battled with breast cancer for a couple of years after my birth. I was only three when it started; though I couldn't understand what was happening, I could only see how much pain my mother was in.