The Millionaire Saint
Chapter 64

Dayana Berlusconi

Sergey recovered in a few days and seemed in a very bad mood due to Mr. Ivanov's constant sermons, but I think his father is quite worried about his son and the crazy life he leads. I understand it perfectly and perhaps there must be something that leads him to take drugs, not everyone enters because he wants to, since every person knows the risk of using drugs. Drugs destroy, demoralize and punish you to wander the rest of your life in search of any penny to be able to consume it.

I raise my gaze when I hear footsteps approaching me, Sergey Ivanov in a swimsuit gets into the pool, completely ignoring my presence. That's something I care very little about, I sigh and continue concentrating on Dylan.

He smiled and touched his little nose, he is the most beautiful baby ever and I am happy that he is my son, Donovan would be very happy, I hope his spirit is where he appreciates our little one.

"I do it because it's a way to free my mind and forget for a moment all the pain I carry," his voice takes me by surprise. Sergey is leaning on the edge of the pool while he watches me.

-That's no reason to fall into drugs, I know it hurts to lose someone...

-Say it when your son is the one who dies, -he points out.

"My husband was murdered right under my nose," I remind him with tremendous pressure on my chest.

-The woman I loved was shot regardless of the fact that she was pregnant, you don't know the guilt I carry when remembering that moment in my life every night-his face clearly expresses what he feels. -I'm sorry for your loss.

Deny.

-I didn't say that to make you feel sorry for me.

-I don't feel sorry, but I put myself in your shoes and it's clear that it hurts a lot to lose such important people in our lives, and I'm just saying that destiny is f*****g shit-I grimace. -But that doesn't mean we should get lost in the darkness of the world, we have to move forward because they are no longer by our side-he remains silent for several minutes until one of the people on duty arrives.

-Mr. Ivanov, his father requires his presence in the study.

"I'll be there in a few minutes," the woman leaves. "You'll try that thing about continuing forward tonight," she leaves the pool.

-I don't understand.

"I want you to give yourself to me voluntarily," she leaves after saying those words, leaving me speechless.

I would never do it with all my will because I would always be doing it to protect my son and so that no one dares to touch me, it doesn't matter if the only man who puts his hand on me is Sergey, since I can live with that, but no with the fact of being sent to a brothel and everyone who pays for me has access to my body.

Donovan Bristol

The new club was interesting so much that I was able to have my membership as a VIP client. The owner was not there due to health problems, but it doesn't matter because the treatment here has been generous.

I'm not a party person, but I understood why the next morning when my head seemed like it wanted to explode at any moment. The memories have stopped and I haven't remembered anything of much importance, I sigh because all this frustrates me a lot. "Your face shows that you need a pill," the kind service lady leaves it on the table next to an orange juice.

"Thank you Carmela, you're very kind," she smiles.

"You don't have to give it young," she leaves, leaving me alone, I sit on the bed to take the pill along with the juice.

Today there is not much to do, Henry is cautious with everything he puts me in, I suppose what he does is for safety and I appreciate it, but everything I have learned in these months makes me a weapon, I even sleep with a glock 19 under my pillow. In this mafia life, the day is never known when someone wants to jump into the safe house and try to kill us all. I'm not willing to die because if I'm alive it's for a reason.

After a shower, I get dressed and go down to the living room, since I heard people talking when I was passing by, I was quite surprised to see the people who were there.

-Alexander! -We give each other a big hug.

"God, Donovan," he sobs and that's enough to make tears flow down my eyes, caring little about the phrase that men don't cry. I thought you were dead," she squeezes me in his arms. "I'm sorry for all that," I whisper.

"I didn't know what was happening, they put me on a plane and brought me here," she murmurs.

"Everything is fine," I separate from him, he looks worried.

"I don't know where Asher is," I look at the person in the room and it's Emilio.

-Where is his partner? -I question.

-In a room on the second floor, the young man is fine, scare--

"Bring him in immediately," he ordered.

-The protocol is that only the man present can see it...

-I gave you a f*****g order, Emilio, -he hesitates, but he leaves after nodding.

I take Alexandro to the couch to sit down.

-How did you end up here? -Interrogate him, I don't think it's safe to give him so much information.

"It's a long story, I was in a coma for a long time and when I woke up the doctor realized that I lost part of my memory due to a trauma to my head," he announces and makes a face.

"You don't know how much I've tried to replace your body, but all the searches stopped and I couldn't leave your company, it was the most important thing in your life," I sigh, I can't even remember that.

"I'm so glad you took care of everything," she smiled.

-I hope you see everything in order when you return.

"I'm not going back," he murmured, lowering my head.

-That? Because? -He questions. "If you want money, I can give it to you," he says desperately.

"My son doesn't require money," Henry's voice makes me raise my gaze to him who comes in the company of a younger boy whom I identify as Asher.

-Oh holy God!

I thought that at any moment she would faint when she saw my father, it took her a lot to console me so that I wouldn't fall into depression after his supposed death.

-You never change, boy-Alexandro gets up to give him a hug, Henry and Henry have always gotten along very well-. And I already mentioned this young man who is your husband, you don't know how happy that makes me," he announces. "No doubt you both have a lot of explaining to do," he announces.

"It's a long story," is what my father says. I stand up so I can greet my best friend's husband, but I don't take three steps because I get dizzy and then everything goes black while my head throbs. intensity.