The Millionaire Saint
Chapter 63

Dayana Berlusconi

When I wake up my little Dylan is with his eyes open kicking, he smiled and caressed his cheek watching how his little mouth forms a gummy smile, Sergey left me in his room and it's strange, but I'm not going to question it, I sigh and get up drinking to my son to return to my room.

I look for clothes for Dylan so I can bathe him, feed him and then get ready to go down to breakfast, since by Mr. Ivanov's orders I cannot stay in the room. On the one hand, I like her because I really like Mia and her husband.

When I finish I go down to the dining room where Mía immediately takes Dylan and I feel very sorry that she is sterile, it is obvious that she would have been a good mother. She does not adopt for reasons of this world in which she is involved and that is her only comforting thought of why she cannot have children.

That does not comfort me, since any woman who wants to be a mother deserves to be one the moment she feels ready to take that important step in her life. Mia deserves all those emotions that pregnancy generates in you and the greatest emotion of It's all about seeing for the first time that little being that you carried in your belly.

-The doctor explained to me about Dylan's flu, I hope he gets better soon, -comments her husband.

"I was so scared," he murmured.

-Mia was also worried, but Mr. Ivanov told me that Sergey was in charge of replaceing the best pediatrician in the country-I didn't know that, sigh.

"My son is a pain in the a*s," he reproaches with his frown. Look at what time it is and he still hasn't returned, he's inconsiderate," he shows concern.

"If you want, I can go get him," Mr. Ivanov looks at him for several seconds and nods, but at that moment Sergey enters, you can tell that he was partying, since his eyes show dark circles and he has an unfriendly face.

"You, follow me," he orders me. I stay still and look at Mia who nods. I sigh to stand up and follow him in silence to his room. Sergey takes off his shirt, exposing his torso. "I've given you all the time in the world," he points out.

-What are you taking about? -He frowns and walks towards me, but I back away until I hit the wall, he remains standing in front of me and places his hands on either side of my face.

"Don't play dumb," he reproaches. "Why haven't I taken you yet?" -He questions himself. "Nothing stops me," he looks at me and makes a face, I have nothing to say, "you're beautiful and that's something I love," the knuckles of his right hand rub my cheek and I can smell the alcohol on it..

-You're drunk?-I ask, he laughs.

"A little bit of everything, but that's not your concern," he points out.

-What do you want Sergey? -makes a face.

"Stop questioning me," he kisses me and I am petrified right there, I don't reciprocate and that seems to bother him, since he bites my lower lip and I moan in pain, soon feeling the taste of iron fill my mouth. -Do you seriously refuse to kiss me? "Dayana, I am your owner," he points out. That is something that should be clear to you, understood? I don't answer-Damn woman! -Her fist crashes against the wall and I startle.

"Please," I whisper, trembling with fear.

-Be quiet! It makes me uncomfortable just listening to you," she says and her body presses against mine, Sergey collapses and I get scared.

"Sergey," I kneel and hold his face, I don't understand what's happening to him, he convulses and with great effort I turn him on his side so that the liquid that comes out of his mouth doesn't go into his lungs.

I can let him die, but that would be a very big conscience, I am not like them and I never will be.

"Aid! -Scream-Mine! Mr. Ivanov! -I exclaim in search of help and it doesn't take long for the door to be opened by several people.

-What have you done to him? -Mr. Ivanov questions, distancing me from his son.

"I haven't done anything, he was just upset and suddenly he collapsed," she said, scared, Mia kneels next to her and takes her pulse and then checks her eyelids.

"He overdosed," she comments.

"Shit Sergey," Mr. Ivanov reproaches.

"Help me take him to the bathroom," they carefully carry him and I stay lying there until one of the workers arrives with Dylan, I sigh and get up to take him.

I hope Sergey Ivanov doesn't die because right now the only one who keeps me and my son united is him.

(...)

I watch Dylan sleep and it's one in the morning, I haven't heard anything from Sergey, I guess everyone thinks it's something that doesn't interest me, but I'm worried that he won't be saved from that, I sigh and take the little one to his crib and then Leave the room and go to that man's room, with great insecurity I enter and his lamp is on while he is there in his bed asleep.

I approach and look at him, he seems so peaceful and I never imagined that someone like him had drug addictions, but they say that faces we see and hearts we do not know, I sigh and I am glad that he is alive.

-Did you come to see if I died? -His question scares me, but I answer.

"If I wanted to let you die, I would have," he announced.

"I know and I thank you," his sincerity is true.

"I only did it for me and Dylan, if you die, we wouldn't be together," he observes.

"I understand," she whispers. "Excuse me for the way I treated you, I wasn't in the right senses," her gaze goes to my lower lip.

-Why do you do it? - I question, he sighs

When you leave, close the door - he just tells me, completely ignoring my question, I stand up and leave that place. "How stupid I was to think that he would tell me about his life," I think when I return to my room.. Donovan Bristol

The meetings with my father continued very frequently, as did some hanging out with different women. I have never felt so satisfied doing something and I think it is a great way to forget about my life, but I still feel the need to want to replace something that I am missing. There is also the fact that I cannot talk to Alexandro for safety and this world in which I have become involved is dangerous for my friend and his boyfriend Asher, I know that they will soon get married and it gives me great joy that they are happy. -What are you thinking about? -She questions while caressing my chest, I don't remember this woman's name.

"Unimportant things," I reply, sit on the bed and then get out of it. "I think it's time for you to leave," I ask politely, as I've seen many of the men treat these girls as if they were nothing more than a s*x object.

"It was a pleasure being with you Mr. Bristol," she announces, I just nod and go to the bathroom. I need a shower, a bitter coffee and a massage to have energy this day.

Some nights I prefer to sleep alone and other nights I feel too alone to do so, I know deep down that I have forgotten something important, but it is impossible for me to remember and all that bothers me, I don't have access to the internet and I don't understand the reason for that, sigh when the cold water hits my body.

When I finish showering, I leave there and dress in comfortable clothes to go down to the dining room where I order a bitter coffee with my breakfast. Henry doesn't take long to keep me company and like every morning our conversations are short without much detail.

-In the following week a new club will open, I hope you want to join me, but I'm not sure I'll go, since I don't like those parties, -he announces with a grimace.

-I can go, don't worry, I'm fine with the life I'm having to live-I raise my shoulders.

"It's for your own good, Donovan, I don't want your mind to collapse and fall into a coma again..."

"You have no right to deprive me of my memories," I point out.

"I'm only doing what's best for my son," he murmurs, and I stand up and walk out into the garden.

I know the consequences of remembering abruptly, but even when I will be absent and without knowing anything about my eleven lost years, I even have the suspicion that what they are hiding from me is very serious and will totally change my life, but I don't care and I want to replace out the truth and be the person who makes the decision whether to accept it or not.

Sigh, this whole situation is overwhelming and seeing that I can't even talk to my friend makes me uncomfortable, but I also know that I shouldn't write to him or his life will fall into this shit that I've gotten involved in.

"Donovan," he calls me.

"Don't bother me now, Henry," I ask, and he walks over and leaves something next to me.

-It's the only thing I can give you about your past-I turn my face and only see a chain with a D, it doesn't give me any indication of anything.

-A chain?

"You were wearing it when they found you badly injured," I nod and he took it, it doesn't give me a clue because it could have been something I even bought.

Henry leaves and I don't take my eyes off the medallion.

"My gift," that woman announces, taking a chain out of her pocket. I haven't seen any in your jewelry box, nor have I seen you use it, maybe you don't like them, but if so, let me know and I can look for another one... "I like it," I stop her, I look at the medallion and it's a D, I wonder If it is your name or mine.

"Luckily, we both have the same initials," she announces, clearing my doubts. "They are our names," she comments.

-I'm almost asking, but it seems to me that you, Miss Berlusconi, made a wonderful move.

That fragment of memory comes to my memory, but it is only a voice of a woman whose face I cannot identify, I understand absolutely nothing and I think of that way of calling her, Miss Berlusconi is what I said.

-Have I finished inspecting my workplace? She-she gets scared when she hears me. From her He brings her hand to her chest and turns to look at my desk, and I look at my computer and type on it. Not hearing anything from her, I look up at the young woman and can't help but frown. "Miss..." I look at the tablet in search of her last name, "Berlusconi, are you okay?" -I question.

"Yes, excuse me Mr. Bristol," she responds quickly, she looks a little nervous, I point to the chair in front of my desk and obediently walks to it, takes a seat.

-You are a very prepared woman, Miss Berlusconi, but at the same time you are irresponsible...

That memory comes and a headache too, I gasp and press my temple, I don't understand why it's just the voice and not your face, nor why I am remembering people who perhaps had no importance in my life, it is clear that this woman was only my secretary. I don't need to remember any more of this and I keep the chain in my pants, since if I continue to force myself I can end up in a coma and it is something that I should not allow at all, not now that my mind seems to cooperate with my desires to know everything related to these eleven lost years.