The Millionaire Saint
Chapter 25

Dayana Berlusconi

I do not miss the pain that crosses his blue eyes illuminated by the lightning that accelerates my heart excessively, Donovan remains fallen with a dark and thoughtful expression.

"Donovan," I call.

-Did you believe him? -He questions.

"I didn't trust her, but I did trust you and I want you to tell me what's happening," he sighs and sits up to run a hand through her hair, he denies.

-I can't talk about that Dayana.

-So what she says is true? -I question with fear.

"Yes," he turns and reaches for the pill to put it in her mouth. -Sleep well Dayana, - he lies down with his back to me and I think this conversation has just ended.

(...)

When I woke up Donovan was gone, it doesn't bother me but it worries me, I showered and dressed in something comfortable to walk to the kitchen where I found him in his sports clothes and something wet. "Good morning," he greeted.

"Today we won't go to the company," I raise my eyebrows in surprise. "I want security to investigate who entered my house," she says.

"As you say, I'll go see my mother and come back at night," she nods.

-Jean will take you.

She leaves the kitchen, leaving me alone, but her strange attitude makes me uncomfortable. I get up from the chair to go to the room where she has already started to take off her clothes. I cross my arms and look at him. -Will you continue behaving that way? -Frowns.

-What are you taking about?

Donovan continues undressing as if nothing had happened until he was only in his boxers, he looks at me grimly.

"You treat me curtly, you avoid talking to me and one day you're kind and the next you're a complete idiot," he reprimanded.

"Don't call me that," he asks.

-Idiot, a*****e, imbecile, caveman, grumpy, grumpy... - he walks up to me, catches me in his arms and kisses me hard, biting my lower lip roughly.

"I said don't call me that."

-That's why you kiss me.

He smiles evilly.

-It's a way to shut you up without causing harm.

-Do you think you scare me? -I question, looking at his blue eyes that seem darkened.

-I guess after last night you must fear me.

I deny.

"I don't think you are what you claim to be, I can see the pain you carry in your eyes and that although you want to let go and be consumed by it, I know that you want redemption and you are looking for something to hold on to," I touch his chest where his heart is. -You are noble and a good man Donovan.

"You don't know that," she mutters with a very pained expression.

-A bad man would not carry so much pain, your father died of natural causes and although I don't know anything about your sister, I know that you haven't hurt her. -Donovan hangs his head as if the internal war had been won.

"Valeria was very young and I was too, for a long time I blamed Alexandro for inviting me to a party that I didn't want to go to, but then the blame was transferred to me when Sonia took it upon herself to rub me the wrong way that I was to blame for her death," he murmurs. with pain. I will never forget that night, much less all the days we spent in captivity.

Donovan Bristol

Flashback

"I hate these places and you know it," I almost scream so he can hear me.

"Please Donovan, it's my birthday and you should cheer up," Alexandro asks with a smile like the cat from Alice in Wonderland, I sigh and nod trying to convince myself to do this. "Here," from a table he hands me a chocolate cupcake.

I never imagined that they would give desserts at a party, but don't ask Alexandro anything, since I don't want to look like a fool. One bite and then another savoring the excessive amount of sugar it contains, I like chocolate and these brownies are exquisite. >>Don't eat too much of that! -he shouts at me, I nod and follow him to the drinks to accept the one he offers me, I'm not one to drink a lot of alcohol, but tonight I'll accept what he gives me.

After several hours I lose sight of Alexandro and I want to go back because I don't feel very well. I'm dizzy, euphoric and I can't drive this way, I walk through the mansion without knowing where I'm going, I take out my phone and catch a glimpse of my sister's photo. "Donovan," he calls me.

-Okay, I need you to come for me, he laughs at me without knowing why I do it.

-You're drunk? -I deny as if I had it in front of me.

"I think I had a lot of fun," I announce, slurring my words a little.

"Don't move from where you are, I'm going to come get you," I nod and the flame falls.

I walk around the mansion replaceing a countless number of doors from which noises come out, I approach one that is open and I don't know if it is because of the alcohol, but I think I see Alexandro involved with two people, I walk away from there and enter the an empty one, I lie down in bed and fall asleep.

(...)

-Hey... Donovan... -they touch me and stir delicately.

I open my eyes and there is my sister Valeria looking at me with a grimace.

"Vale-ria," I drawl the words.

"Come on, the driver just arrived," he helps me out of that room and then out of the mansion to the car where Noah is, a man who has worked for our family since my father became a great businessman. -I don't understand why you haven't accepted the opportunity to go with dad to Germany for that new project.

"I'm already tired... I recently graduated and I need my time," I reproach.

"You're not like that," I look away, avoiding his gaze.

The street we are traveling on is lonely, but behind us there is a car, I don't give it much importance until it collides with ours causing Noah to lose control of the vehicle and crash into a light post, I complain and feel something hot coming down the street. My front. -Are you guys okay? -Noah questions.

-Valeria.

"I'm fine," she whispers.

The driver's door is opened by a hooded man and he does not allow Noah to speak as he shoots him several times. I go into a state of shock and Valeria screams when her door is opened.

I am pulled out of the car and I come to when I hear my sister's screams, I try to go for her but I receive a strong blow that makes me lose consciousness and it was at that moment that the nightmare of my life began.