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The Casanova's Game

The Casanova's Game

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A casanova and a heartbreaker, thats what I'm known for. Girls want to be with me and guys want to be like me. Anyone would want to be in my place because I am rich and capable of anything... Well, except for one thing. I am not capable of loving someone. I don't do feelings. I just bed girls then leave. It's always a win-win situation. Girls get to experience my amazing skills in bed and for me? It's my way of forgetting the past even if its only for a short period of time. Others say that I have a perfect life, I just nod and say yes because its better to agree than to explain yourself. However, there's something more that meets the eyes. They don't know me. Heck, I don't even know who I am anymore. I've changed. Nobody knows the real Daniel Ryder Montenegro. Except her.
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He always assumes I want money. That money can replace my desire for a mother, for a female figure who will guide me through the darkness. All he can provide is money. He assumes that because I use the money, that I'm happy, that I don't spend night hunched over my toilet bowl physically sick to my stomach with the guilt of killing my mother. He assumes that because I have friends, that the smile on my face is genuine. That because I smile and confidently stride out of my room in a bikini, that I love myself and the way I look. He assumes everything about me, because he doesn't know me. I'm his daughter, and with the simple fact, he assumes that by just looking at me he knows my every thought. Does he know of the blood I spill when I have no other method of coping? Does he know of the times I sit and ponder about what it would be like to go through death? Does he know that when he leaves for work, I cry myself to sleep and wish for a mother? Does he know that I could care less about him? I hate him. But he loves me. Does he know, that through all this mess, I just want a mother. Because according to Disney, mother knows best?

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