The Millionaire Saint
Chapter 71

Dayana Berlusconi

I don't know if hell exists in another alternative reality, but what I am sure of is that what I am experiencing is an ordeal. Two weeks in which I have been raped, physically and mentally abused by that psychopath, she takes drugs and alcohol and then takes out her frustration on me.

I have never wanted to die as much as I do now, there is nothing more despicable than a woman being used as a s*x toy. I have also had bleeding, I don't think I can endure this ordeal for long, Sergey Ivanov is like a death sentence and I think I understand the reason why Cristal committed suicide, that girl made the best decision of her life.

Although every life is valuable, there are times when we lose the way, the hope and the faith to live better, Dylan keeps me standing, but I am a human being who sooner or later ends up breaking into irreparable fragments, sigh, he promised to destroy me and he is achieving it. Posted by Ebookex.com; visit us for more free novels.

I want to give up, succumb and die once and for all, but thinking about my little boy growing up without his mother by his side fills me with sadness. I don't know if he's with Donovan and I don't want to leave without being able to hear him say I love you again, it hurts with all my soul that he can't remember me, I sob without being able to avoid it while I look at the walls that keep me captive.

It is an old house and very far from everything, I don't know Russia and therefore I don't have an exact location of where I am. I only know that I am in the forest and that a few meters away there is a lake, Sergey goes out and returns with food for both of them, I have no idea if he has any accomplices, but I doubt that anyone will support him after having shot his father, with that It shows that he is crazy.

I have never felt the fear I feel, my life is a terribly poorly organized disaster. I was happy for a long period until out of nowhere all the happiness was snatched away like a handful of sand thrown into the air, it completely vanished. There are no words to describe this moment of cruelty in which I have to cling to my memories to be able to coexist with the reality that tortures me until I can't stand another second.

My captor will return, he will be kind and eager to resolve our indifferences, I will resist his kisses and then he will get angry at my insolence, I sigh as I remember with agony what follows. He will take advantage of my weakness, I am naked and he will hold my hands to make me docile so that I can defend myself, he will silence my mouth with a handkerchief so that my screams are not heard, it is the reality to which I must return and although it is painful, it repeats itself. the scene over and over in my head, his face is the last thing I see before falling into unconsciousness due to the pressure his hand exerts on my neck while he suffocates me to push me to my limits.

I hope to die, but then I wake up, dirty, stained with blood and with my throat burning while my hands hurt from the struggle I make to free myself and save my life, pathetic to want to live knowing that the same thing will happen again, but I once said that Sergey Ivanov would regret doing this and today is the day I will seduce the beast and then I will bite my teeth thirsty for his blood for all the pain he has caused me, I will become a murderer and that will be what makes me take the most painful decision of my entire existence.

Protecting Dylan and Donovan is paramount. If Sergey lives, they will be in danger and if I kill him, I will feel the deepest shame of all and my soul will be consumed by darkness. I cannot let my son have a murderous mother around him. side, so in a whisper I ask my beloved to forgive me for abandoning them. Donovan Bristol

Mr. Ivanov managed to remember a place where he used to take his son when he was younger. Now I'm on my way with some of my father's men, I can't help but feel the anxiety devour my body, it's like something very bad is about to happen.

The road seems long, but in the end we reach the place where they are, I get out of the car and take out my gun, I signal for two to follow behind and for the last one left to follow me, I walk towards the entrance and at the moment When my hand touches the doorknob, the sound of a gunshot accelerates my heart.

"Dayana," I whisper anguished.

Without thinking about my life I run into the house to go to the place where the noise is coming from, I hear the sobbing and accelerate my pace, I remain static when I see the scene in front of my eyes, Dayana is with the gun in her hands while As his naked body trembles, Sergey lies in bed with a bullet hole in his forehead.

"I killed him," I hear her murmur over and over again, I take off my jacket.

"Put down the gun," I ask in a calm voice, it is clear that she is shocked by what she has just done. Her gaze goes from me to the gun that she drops to the ground, I approach and cover her nakedness. "You're safe now, calm down," she cries without any consolation, I can't believe she murdered him, Dayana isn't that way, I don't understand what happened here.

Her body emits tremors until I feel her fade in my hands, so I hold her with a little force so I can carry her and leave that place. Many questions arise in my mind along with the concern about what Mr. Ivanov will do in retaliation for the murder of his only son, I can't help but feel fear for what may be approaching our lives.

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"The doctor will arrive first thing tomorrow morning," my father announces, sighing, since we had to give Dayana a painkiller so she could sleep.

-Father, what will we tell Mr. Ivanov? -I question with concern.

"Let's hope the doctor checks her," he murmurs.

Seat.

Dayana did not want to see her son, she became defensive while shouting with fear that she does not want to have him around, I am worried that he will hurt him and that is why I decided that the best thing would be to give him a painkiller, I do not know what to do and the situation It's getting out of control.

The worst thing was seeing the marks on her body, her hands with those scratches and reddish marks showing that she was tied up. On her back there are signs of the bites of that psychopath. It fills me with rage and helplessness for not having been there to prevent him from abusing her. It hurts like shit to know that a bastard was defiling your wife like a toy, her neck has signs of having been hanged and I even think I saw that she was hit with some kind of rod.

I can't help but clench my fists and my desire to go to where his disgusting and repulsive body is to hit him again and again grows every second, but knowing that it is of no use to me to do such a thing diminishes those desires, I sigh and walk down the hallway to the room. Where is Dylan asleep?

"Mom will be better soon," I caress his blushing cheek. -The two of us will help so that she recovers soon and so we can be a family again, perhaps far from all this-the idea of going away with them has crossed my mind many times.

I can't allow Dylan to grow up in this world and I can't let her suffer any more because of all this that's been happening to her, maybe starting over isn't so bad, Henry will understand when I explain it to him and I hope my friends also understand why I took that decision to go far away where no one knows our past.