Chapter 1125 A Daughter's Discovery:>Ep8

• As time went by I developed the means to generate my own wealth through canny investments. I traded in stocks mostly, using my vast intellect to tell me when to buy and when to sell, and I built profitable companies that were managed by able people who only ever knew me as a faceless and mysterious enabler. By the time I was 50 I was rich enough for three lifetimes, and with wealth came respectability: a different name, a new life story and nice houses.
• But, ironically, the more I had the more discontent I became. I had good looks, enormous wealth and as many beautiful women as I wanted, but as time went by the hollowness of everything I did became more and more of an issue. I realised I was living a life based on lies and deception of the worst kind, and I knew that one day, when my time was done, there would be not one single thing of which I could be proud.
• And I was lonely, too. I began to long for genuine human interaction: to know people who valued me for what I was, rather than just robots who were in the sack because I'd brainwashed them. I was sick of compliant, perfumed bodies gazing at me adoringly; of thousand-yard stares as I fucked them, and expressions of confusion as I withdrew. I wanted affection and respect, and a legacy to carry my name forward, so I stopped my predatory ways and tried to reinvent myself.