Life as Daviano

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Daviano POV

As I sit still in my office the memory of her takes over my mind.

That demonic daughter of a bitch.

How can you fall in love with someone then so easily tear them apart with the snap of a finger?.
I really don't understand .

She has turned me into a cold hearted beast and I'm liking it. If I am even to encounter with her I'd kill her with just a snap of my finger just like how she took my heart and broke it in two.

If only I knew she was evil.

I wasn't always like this. I was the guy that girls considered sweet. I treated them with love and respect. I laughed at the fact that I used to be a nerd . Always studying, always falling desperately in love but now, look at me. My eyes are darker , my hair is darker, my skin looks darker and my whole mansion is darker.

There is no more light in my life, they all ran away from me.
My parents tried talking to me, but I shut them out, my siblings tried and they were dragged out by my security.

Anything good that was left in my life is now gone.

People say that I'm a demon from hell, but at least I'm a hot demon.

That makes me smirk. I still put myself high sometimes, if I don't who is gonna do it.

I'm not like your typical billionaire. I might be popular around the world but, I'm not on magazine covers, not on billboards. I'm just me....I don't allow the media to put me out there, during these years I've grown in love with my space and my silence.

News reporters are even afraid to say my name, I do let them.... sometimes.

I own a lot of businesses such as restaurants, strip clubs, whore house, banks, stores and plenty more around the world. The reason for so many is because I don't want to think about the pain that bitch caused me to go through so I installed all that built up pain work, now I'm bigger and better.

You might be thinking about the reason I have a whore house. You would be surprised about how many money married and unmarried men spend there. Luckily these girls are girls that are willing to work, instead of on the streets they sell there stuff there. I haven't been there in five to six years.

Thinking about it I haven't had sex since my ex left me, maybe paying a visit to that whore house isn't bad at all.

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Short and spicy ....now that you know all about my two characters.. its time for real shit. Buckle up and enjoy the ride.

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