The Millionaire Saint
Chapter 67

Donovan Bristol

I finish my black tuxedo outfit with a little perfume, Alexandro and Asher are going to go with me to the party, since I'm not that well known their lives are not in any danger. That gives me complete peace of mind to enjoy tonight, maybe have s*x or come home with a couple of drinks in my system. You never know how you come back, but you never know how you get out.

The theme of the party is that men must wear masks and women must wear their faces uncovered, it is something that I like, since this will keep the identity of my companions a secret. I leave the room and wait for my friends in the living room while I drink some whiskey to warm up from now on, Alexandro and Asher arrive after several minutes and we leave for the club.

On the way we talked about topics without much relevance, and then at the entrance I met Nikita Volkov with whom I have maintained contact to go out from time to time just to f**k, we have not become friends with benefits, Henry disagrees with me getting together with her, but she has no choice but to accept, I explain to her that none of us are looking for something serious and that maybe this friendship will work for future business.

"They are my friends," I simply tell him.

"As enigmatic as always," she announces, she doesn't care if he doesn't know their names, Nikita never asks too many questions and knows this world very well. I invited her to stay at my table, but I declined because she is waiting for some friends. "I can tell you're f*****g her," my dear Alexandro says in my ear, I deny, this man never lets one pass by.

"We're just friends with benefits," he nods.

"Donovan Bristol, you are undoubtedly unrecognizable," I look at him confused.

-Have I never been this way? -I question.

-You were more reserved, - he simply responds.

-In a few words you mean that he did not frequently have s*x with just anyone, -Alexandro shifts uncomfortably. "You were a virgin when you were thirty-one," I open my eyes very surprised.

-That?

"Valentina's death affected you to the point of not having a social life," I grimace, I guess the kidnapping hit me hard.

-Do you know who was the first woman I was with? -I can see on her face the doubt of whether to tell me or not. "I deserve to know," he complained to me, sighing.

"Dayana Berlusconi," he announces. "Do you remember her?"

"She was my secretary," he murmured unsurely.

-What do you remember about her? -He questions.

"Not much, she didn't remember her face until you showed me her photo, but she gave me this chain," I raise my shoulders and reach for my drink to take a sip. "Was it important in my life?" -I question, as her face reflects disappointment.

"I can only tell you that it was very important for you," I lean back against the sofa and look at him out of the corner of my eye, I know that it bothers him to keep things to himself and he does everything for my good, I sigh, I want to remember, but at the same time I feel that he Terrible things are coming if I find my memories scattered all over my head.

In these moments everything is a lagoon, fragmented memories and incomprehensible dreams where I speak to someone who seems to have never been born, I do not understand why I remember those moments of my life and now knowing that there was an important woman makes me reflect that perhaps she she could have been pregnant.

-Was Dayana pregnant? -My heart races when I imagine that I can perhaps have a child and that that woman may be suffering thinking that I am dead.

Alexandro and Asher share a look, but the only one who speaks is the little boy.

-You must remember her, it is important that you do, since only you know what happened that day with her, you had a very great life Donovan and maybe she is needing you right now, -the boy looks distressed when saying that and it shows. that what is happening hurts him.

"I need to take a breath," he announces, standing up, as I feel like I'm suffocating from so many questions that won't be answered.

I go down the VIP stairs and move through the sea of people until I reach the exit, inhaling and exhaling forcefully. My head gives me several twinges that make me bring my left hand to it, damn it, I walk with my gaze lowered and I receive a push from someone sending me face first into the ground.

"Posmotri, kuda idesh', zasranets (Watch where you're going, a*****e)" says the masked guy, but I don't have eyes for him but for the woman next to him, she's Dayana Berlusconi, in a black dress that accentuates her waist, it's something I can't believe and my heart beats wildly when I look at her there, that guy takes her hand and they enter the disco.

My brain is disconnected, my body does not react to my orders to get up and go after them because I don't know what I could say to that woman that I don't even know and who seems to be starting a life with that guy, but why does it hurt so much? See her with someone else? I don't understand the tears that accumulate in my eyes, my chest burns.

It's as if my body recognizes everything and causes me pain, but my mind is empty, there is nothing in it that motivates me to go after that woman, I sigh after several minutes sitting on the pavement and stand up.

I know I don't know her, but she knows who I am and she at least deserves to see me, maybe if she's brave enough to tell me the truth I need to know. Dayana Berlusconi

I didn't want to leave Dylan, but Sergey insists that it is very important that I go with him, I don't understand his insistence, but I know that it will do me good to go out for a moment and not be locked up in these four walls all the time, I guess I've gained a little of their trust.

The dress was chosen by Mia, it is pretty and reserved, I sigh as I finish applying a little leftover on my eyes and then I put a little lip gloss on my lips. I look at my reflection and am satisfied, I go to Dylan's crib to hold him and pamper him for a while before going out and taking him to Mía.

"Have fun dear, I'll take good care of Dylan," I nod.

"Yes, you are beautiful," the brunette flatters when he sees me, he smiles and I limit myself to thanking him.

We leave the mansion to get into one of the armored cars, Sergey is the owner of the club we are going to and I will spend a lot of time alone because he will be at a work meeting.

At the entrance to the club, the brunette pushes a guy who falls face down on the ground and insults him. He took her hand to prevent her from attacking the man and we entered the place where the music is loud. He takes me to a section where I only order a mojito, I don't intend to get drunk.

>>I will leave you here and Sandro will watch over you, anything you need you ask him, he announces, I just nod, Mia advised me not to do anything crazy and to obey everything he asks to avoid conflicts and also because that It assures me of future outings alone to other places.

After two glasses of mojitos I feel like going to the bathroom, Sandro takes me to the bathroom door, he guides me by the sign to get to the women's room where there are only about three girls touching up their makeup, I walk to one of the stalls and I do my needs.

When I leave the cubicle, there is no one there and I approach the sink to wash my hands, I sigh and someone enters, I am scared to realize that he is a man.

"Sir, it's a ladies' room," I announce kindly, he just looks at me and I don't know if he speaks Spanish or Russian. -Sir...

-Are you Dayana? -His voice speeds up my heart.

-Who are you? -Mine comes out in a trickle, tilts her head covered by that silver mask and then takes her hand to it, I step back when I see it.

-You know me, right? -I'm confused by her question, but I can't answer because my throat closes and tears begin to run down my cheeks, it's not true, Donovan is dead.

"You... you... you're dead," I let out in the middle of a sob while I shake my head.

"Dayana," he approaches and I step back against the wall, I can't believe it. The distance between us ends and I end up cornered against her body.

"Answer," he asks while looking at me worried, I can't help but hug him.

"God... God, I can't believe it," he feels tense, but it doesn't take long for his arms to wrap around me. "I thought you were dead," he whispered.

I inhale his scent and hold on tightly to his body while the tears continue to fall strongly.

"I... I don't remember you, but my body tells me yes," I hear him murmur, I separate myself a little to look at his red eyes from the tears he's holding back.

-You do not remember me? -He denies.

"Dayana," Sandro calls me from the hallway that connects the women's bathroom with the men's room.

"I have to go," he denies.

"Stay with me," I caress his cheek.

"I can't do it, Dylan needs me," I whisper.

-Dylan? Is he that man you came with? -He questions, frowning, he looks upset, I deny.

-He's our son.