Love of Devil and Demon

Lucas's POV: Get up. Get up. Get up. I closed my ears with the bed sheet, not wanting to hear that voice. I tried to sleep, but again that voice disturbed me. Get up. Get up. Get up. I turned around in bed, irritated. I opened my eyes and looked for the owner of that voice. It's no one. It's just me. Yeah, I set my voice on the alarm clock and covered my whole room with mirrors so that I can feel someone's presence near me all the time. I looked at my sleeping figure through the mirror. This is my routine. I look at myself every morning as I don't have anyone else to see first thing in the morning. I sat up on the bed and turned off my alarm; otherwise, I'd have to hear my voice again. I know it's weird to set your own voice on the alarm clock, but I don't have anyone else. I stood up from the bed and looked at my figure. I'm not wearing a shirt, just pants. I asked myself a question, “Do I look like a monster or mobster? Then why are people calling me Giant?" Yes, some people call me Giant, but I'm not a giant. I'm a normal person with a height of 6 feet and a weight of 90 kg. Aren't giants supposed to be 12 feet tall and 300 kg? I can forgive the people who call me Giant, but I won't forgive those who call me the DEVIL when I look like a handsome hero with six-pack abs, dark brown hair, and hazel brown eyes. Can I kill them? “They call you that because of your behavior, not your appearance," my common sense commented. It's the only voice that talks to me. I huffed and went to live another normal day. I brushed my teeth and went downstairs. I went to the kitchen and prepared pure black coffee without any sugar or milk. After gulping that hot coffee within two minutes, I went to the exercise room. Yeah, I'm a billionaire, so I have everything in this mansion. Yes, a mansion, not my HOME. I wonder when I will be able to live in a home. After one hour of a heavy workout with my workout playlist as my friend, I freshened up and went to the kitchen again to see if there was anything to eat for breakfast. As I didn't remember eating anything last night, I knew there would be nothing there. And see, my guess was correct. Nothing to eat. So, I prepared another black coffee and gulped it down. I went outside the mansion, got into my black Ferrari, and started to drive. Only two people in the world have this black Ferrari, and no one in Rome has it. One is me, and the other is someone I'm not interested in, so I don't know who it is. My bodyguards started to follow me. I only remember one of their names because he is the one who communicates with me all the time. His name is Varun. He is Indian, and I don't know anything else about him. In the office, my assistant communicates with me, but I fired my last assistant because she tried to backstab me with my rival. Now I have to search for a new assistant, and I already announced the interview on the internet. It's now 8 AM, and the interview will start at 9. After a solid 20 minutes of driving, I reached my empire. Yes, my empire. I created my own empire at the age of 17. After 12 years of hard work, my empire has reached the whole world. Now, at the age of 29, I'm the owner of MNC POWER. I parked my car in front of the entrance of the 50-story building. Varun was faster than me. He came running towards me and opened the door. I got out of the car and went inside the building. I know everyone is looking at me and wishing me good morning, but I care less. I went straight to the special elevator, and Varun followed me. The elevator stopped on the 49th floor, and the doors opened. I stepped out on the 49th floor because the CEO's office is here. The 50th floor is the garden. I've never been there, and neither have my workers because they never have any free time. I went inside my office, and Varun stopped outside. He has a special desk outside my room. I looked at the girls waiting for the PA interview on the other side, so they wouldn't disturb me when I come and go. Again, everyone came to the interview as if some party was going to happen. I looked at each girl through my glass window and knew that no one was going to get selected. So, I simply postponed the interview to tomorrow. Everyone left, and I sat on my chair and looked at my laptop screen. It's a black heart, not a broken heart. Just like my heart. I wonder if there is any heart inside me because I don't feel anything, like there's something there. I started to work, and time began to fly. Two or three times, Varun came and asked if I needed something to eat. But I only ordered black coffee as I was immersed in work. He looked at me like I had horns. I glared at him every time he looked at me like that. Once, the receptionist from the ground floor came and asked me to sign the interview order for tomorrow. I worked like a maniac, and when I looked at my laptop screen again, it was 11:15 PM, and my day had just gone by. I closed my laptop and came outside only to see Varun sleeping at his desk. I looked at him for some time. He was sleeping peacefully, and I didn't want to disturb his sleep. So, I silently came to the ground floor using the elevator. As Varun's desk is some distance away, the elevator sound wouldn't disturb him. When I was about to step outside the building, I noticed someone sneaking in through the other door. The security guards and my bodyguards were sitting and chit-chatting near the fountain. Who the hell had the guts to sneak into the devil's place?