The Millionaire Saint
Chapter 59

Omniscient

Six months later...

Nothing changed, Dayana went into labor at three in the morning, giving birth to a seven-pound baby, healthy and undoubtedly beautiful. His crying was strong and she immediately clung to her mother's chest, who received him with tears in her eyes, happy for the first time after all that time in that mansion.

-Dylan-that is the name her son receives, and which means ray of hope, since he is everything to her from now on and for whom he will fight until the day of her death.

On the other hand, in another part of that same continent, the father of that little ray of hope opens his eyes because of the loud crying that he hears inside his mind, his gaze travels all over the place and he has no idea where he is, and what What is happening, Donovan Bristol falls into unconsciousness, exhausted upon waking up from that deep sleep in which he had been for seven months.

The door to his room opens and the doctor in charge enters.

-How do you see it, doctor? -asks the guy who saved his life.

"He's not showing any improvement, I think the ideal would be to disconnect him and wait for him to breathe on his own," he announces.

"It's a delicate subject for the boss," he murmurs.

"Talk about it with him, since this man deserves to rest in peace," he comments and they both leave the room. Donovan dreams again of that little boy who has no idea who he is, but feels the need to protect him at all costs and the next morning. while a nurse passes a sponge over her empty arms.

"Oh my God," the woman mutters in surprise. "Can you hear me?" -She questions, nodding-. "I'll call the doctor," she announces and leaves the room, returning shortly with the doctor. -It is a miracle.

(...)

- He is perfect, for now he should not force himself to talk and walk, so he will have to take therapies and exercise to get back to how he was before," the doctor announces.

-What happened? -Question slowly, since he feels uncomfortable speaking.

-He was shot, he was in a coma for six months-his eyes widen in surprise at that information.

-And my parents? -The doctor looks at him strangely.

-Donovan How old are you? -He frowns.

"Twenty-one," he answers unsurely, as everyone's expressions become tense.

"Noah," the doctor murmurs.

-What's going on?

"It's time for the boss to come," Noah leaves the room to run down the hallway to the leader's office.

"Sir," enter without knocking.

-What did I tell you about entering without knocking? -She reprimands.

"It's urgent," the man's face turns pale, and he doesn't wait for Noah to continue speaking to walk quickly to Donovan's room, he makes his way through those present and their blue gazes connect, bringing relief to the young man while the older one finds him. looks with anguish.

-Dad.

(...)

She sighs exhausted after little Dylan falls asleep. He looks at the time and it is three in the morning, he caresses the child's blushing cheek and smiles, she is just like his father, he cannot prevent a silent tear from sliding down his cheek as he brings memories of him to his mind.

-I will make sure to talk to him about you every day, and let him know what a good man you were. Also the unconditional love you had for her long before she was born," she murmurs.

The comforts for Dayana were not lacking in the mansion, Sergey Ivanov, patiently waits for her to do her part and hopes that she does not disappoint him because it is unfortunate that a baby has to be separated from its mother, he would not like to do such a thing, but it is a man of his word and that will never change.

"You keep visiting nightclubs, I already told you Sergey that I don't want you to go out frequently," his father scolds when she sees him go down the stairs.

"I know how to take care of myself, I don't see why you worry so much," he rolls his eyes and leaves the house where a car is waiting for him.

Sergey arrives at one of the clubs they have in Russia and immediately goes to a section, waits several minutes until two women arrive with a bottle of whiskey, sit next to him and serve him.

"Mr. Ivanov, it's a pleasure to have you here tonight," the flirtatious brunette announces as she runs her hand along her open shirt.

"You know what to do," he reminds her without any expression, he takes the glass and drinks the contents while the girl takes care of lowering his pants, he is not a man who is known for giving affection or anything else, Sergey only went to the club for one thing: s*x and alcohol.

The woman swallows his c**k and he lets his head go back receiving oral, he doesn't move and doesn't moan at all, he thinks about Dayana, since he has become obsessed with that woman and is counting the days to possess her, he imagines what it will be like to get into it. in the middle of her legs and ram her until she reaches climax, he hopes to delight in her s*x and taste its flavor again.

He hardens thinking about her and the woman soon covers his hardness with the condom to climb up straddling it. She moves quickly and moans feeling his m*****d fill every corner of her v****a. Sergey is a splendid and coveted man. Her hand goes to the girl's neck and squeezes it hard.

-Do you like it? -She questions, raising her hips every time she goes down his c**k, she moans and he makes her get off of his body-. "You don't deserve to ride me," he tells her. In four, the woman does what he asks and he attacks her roughly, he moves hard against her who screams at her brutality, Sergey cares very little about what she feels.

"Please," she whimpers, he presses her against the couch and gives several thrusts until he comes, he gets out of her and pours himself a glass of whiskey, he takes off the condom and throws it on the table, he drinks the contents and looks at the other. girl. "Your turn," he points to his c**k, and it's the same as every night he comes, he f***s one and then the other to go to the mansion, but this time he enters Dayana's room, walks to the crib and He grimaces when he sees the little boy, and goes to his room. (...)

-What do you remember? -His Henry Bristol interrogates her son.

-To mom, Valeria, Alexandro and you, -his mind is a lagoon-. I came home from my graduation two weeks ago and I have no more memory," she murmurs.

"Donovan, I don't know how to say it, but you lost eleven years of memories," the doctor announces and he looks surprised.

-Eleven years?

"Yes, son," he murmurs anguishedly.

-Where is mom and Valeria? Why aren't they here?

"Donovan," Henry sighs. -Valeria died eleven years ago, and your mother is fine, - he denies without being able to believe what he tells him, it doesn't make sense.

-That? As?

-Years ago they kidnapped him, she died trying to escape and they found you next to her decomposing body, it was a great loss for you and I don't want you to relapse again," he murmurs.

-God-he holds his head in his hands and sobs-How could something like that happen? -He questions.

"I couldn't do anything," he whispers. You must rest, since there are many things you should know," he asks and he has no choice but to sleep.

"Henry, you shouldn't tell him much about his lost eleven years, since he could have a relapse or a very strong emotional shock that would make him fall into a coma," the doctor tells him. "Be discreet," he requests.

-And his wife and son? -He questions, the doctor makes a face.

-It's something you shouldn't know he had, not for now