The Millionaire Saint
Chapter 60

Donovan

Bristol

The first moment after waking up has been the most annoying of all, not being able to almost take care of myself is complicated and having a nurse following me everywhere is annoying, I can't have a nurse because I could fall and she wouldn't have enough "You can at least stay outside while I shower," I blurt out, annoyed, the boy grimaces.

strength to prevent it from falling to the ground.

"Mr. Bristol, if you fall and hit my life, it's at risk," he announces with fear, my father has many things to tell me and keeps me away from everything, he doesn't even allow me to call Alexandro and that bothers me.

"I don't need you to watch me while I wash my balls, I already told you to stay there," with slow steps I enter the bathroom and close the door, everything is uncomfortable, but to avoid problems for the boy I decide to wash myself in the tub where II stay for a long time until the cold makes me leave there.

I wrap a towel around my hip, I look at my reflection and I am slowly regaining my volume, I sigh and leave the bathroom, I walk to the closet and dress in comfortable clothes. In several hours I will have therapy and massage on my legs, it is difficult to move around like before, since I was asleep for seven months.

"Let me help you, Mr. Bristol," I roll my eyes, hold on to the marble railings of the stairs to slowly go down until I reach the last step.

"If I never depended on a cane, I will never depend on someone else," I announce.

He took a seat in the dining room, I waited several minutes until one of the employees served me breakfast and it didn't take long for my father to appear, he sat in silence.

"Good morning, Donovan," he murmurs.

-Good morning, when will you tell me what happened? -I question him, he sighs.

-They assaulted you and shot you, I have always made sure that they watch over you, since the fear that the same thing that led to your sister's death would happen was something that I could not accept, my men took you to one of my houses. security and then they brought you here," he reports.

-Safe houses, armed escorts. What the hell is all this? He gives me a bad look for my vocabulary, but I can't help but say things like that.

"That's all I can tell you for now," he replies, I deny.

-What are you involved in? -I interrogate.

-When your sister died, they diagnosed me with cancer, but they managed to cure it, and I told your mother and you that it was something terminal, I pretended to be dead so that no one would bother them, -all of that only confuses my mind more. -Why all that?

"Because I wanted the company to continue its course legally," he looks at me. That you continue through a world that has nothing to do with the one that involves me," he says. -I don't understand.

"I became a wanted drug dealer," I open my eyes in surprise. When the police started to suspect me. I had to put the plan into action that he was dead, and then all his doubts fell away and now I'm nothing more than an unknown mobster," I get up, I feel cheated. My father, a gangster, and I totally don't know him, has no trace of that kind man who was once my father.

"I need air," I walk away from that place despite his calls, I don't want to continue listening to him.

I go out to the garden where the pool is and I sit on the shore, I sigh, I feel empty and like without a part of me having something important to do. An anguish in my chest since I woke up from the coma is destroying me from the inside. I have a lot of helplessness, anger and sadness that right now have no meaning, I'm going to go crazy.

(...)

-The improvements that Donovan shows are quite satisfactory," my therapist announces to me, since I have no complications walking and I do complete exercise routines without getting tired

-In these two months you have done a good job, I praise between panting, I press several buttons on the treadmill so that the speed decreases until it stops. I watch Henry enter the gym, he looks at me and I look away, I don't want to talk to my father since what he confessed to me a month ago, I have no desire to deal with him and he should understand that.

"See you tomorrow," the therapist comments to leave, leaving us alone.

-How long will you continue behaving like a child? -He questions.

"Now don't bother me, I have no desire to talk to you," he announced.

"We have to talk," his voice comes out harsh. "You can't be ignoring me all the time," he blurts out.

"I just want to get out of here and get back to my life," he reproached.

-It's impossible for that to happen, you haven't recovered your memory and you don't know the danger you're in out there-our gazes collide. You shouldn't go out, and you're even dead to everyone, it's for the best," she announces. -Dead?

"Since the second month of your disappearance, you were declared dead," he murmurs. "Think better about staying here," she walks until she is in front of me and places her hand on my shoulder. Be part of this world, you don't need anything else, and you will have everything," he whispers.

"I..."

"Think about it, maybe we can look for whoever harmed Valeria and finally get revenge," he sighed. You don't need to respond now, don't worry.

"I should think about it," he nods and walks out of the gym area, placing a towel around my neck to dry off the sweat. I go up the stairs to my room where the massage table is ready and the girl who does it is waiting for me. I go into the bathroom, take a shower and come back in a towel, there is not much to talk, I lie down and the woman begins to massage my body.

I sigh, a massage never goes wrong after an exhausting hour at the gym, my mind goes completely blank and the only thing I hear over and over again is a baby crying, I don't understand why I feel the need to pick him up and snuggle him until May your sobs calm down. Dayana Berlusconi

When the second month arrives, I can't help but be afraid, but everything calms down, since Sergey Ivanov had to go on a trip and that gives me time to mentally prepare myself for what is coming. On the other hand, my little Dylan is a beauty, he is identical to Donovan and the color of his eyes is the same as his father's, sigh.

"Your dad would be so happy," I murmur, yawn and smile, it's hard to believe that I'm a mother, but it hurts me to think that I won't have Donovan by my side, I always thought that we would have a unique life and we would be the ideal family.

I snuggle my little one, and then I take him to his crib, Sergey has made sure he is comfortable, it doesn't bother me and I haven't seen him very often either, I don't know what will happen now and I know that if I don't fulfill the agreement I will stay away from Dylan and I will send my son away, I can't lose him, but I think about Donovan and my love for him remains alive.

What should I do? It's what I ask myself every morning, I don't feel ready to sleep with a man who isn't my husband, but I also don't want to lose the only thing I have left. Maybe in these months I have been quite worried about the health of my beloved mother, since the poor thing must be devastated with my disappearance.

The day goes by, and I am very surprised to see Mia enter the room, she looks worried.

"Dayana," she calls me.

-What's happening?

"It's Sergey, I'm back," she announces, that surprises me, since she wasn't expecting her return, she searches through her bag and hands me an envelope. They are morning after pills-she takes them. -I'm afraid.

-I advise you to do everything she asks, don't refuse anything, I know it's a lot to ask, but I don't want her to hurt you-she is a somewhat older woman, I don't know how old she is, but she is more adult than me. "I'll try," she denies.

"Do it, for Dylan," he points out. "Don't expect him to look for you, he goes to his room," she comments before leaving and promises to take care of my son. I sigh, walk to his crib and watch him.

"I will always take care of you," I caress her cheek and go to the closet, I put on a silk robe with black lingerie, I can't lose Dylan, it's something I would never forgive myself for. "I'm sorry Donovan," I whisper with my eyes closed as his face comes to mind, I love him and I will love him forever, since he has given me the most beautiful thing in my entire life, my son.