The Millionaire Saint – Chapter 56

Dayana Berlusconi

“You should eat something,” she points to the tray, sighing. “Do it for that baby you’re carrying there,” she comments.

—Aren’t you ashamed? How can you kidnap a pregnant woman? —I question.

e things than a pregnant girl, — she shrugs her shoulde

s your humanity? -asked.

ng kidnapped and another emotional burden could cause you to miscarry.

s rise.

I have cauterized wounds and removed bullets f

sigh and eat the san

—He questioned.

you working in some Asian brothel, —my heart races.

er.

s and although he appears to be a good person, he has his limits.

ay be for me to assimilate, I slept and rested enough, I hope that everything goes well today and I can finally be with my husband at home.

(…)

dfolded me and made me get into a van. We didn’t last long on the road and w

I nod, the least I want to do is put our lives at risk, I couldn’t carry so much guilt upstairs. In the distance I can glimpse

but stops when the guy points the gun at him.

ey.

he trunk.

e against his body —What did I tell you Britol? —He questions, but he appears horrified and at the same time confused.

o anyone, please don’t hurt her,”

s, Dayana,” he murmurs.

bbed.

afens my ears, but with my clouded gaze I glimpse his body falling against the pavement.

m, feeling my vocal cords hurt—Donovan! —I can’t believe it, I struggle for him to free me

adbutt him and run to Donovan’s body, I kneel in front of him and cover my mouth.

e his head is bleeding too, I struggle when the handkerchief with that horrible smell covers my nose and mouth until the last thing I see is the inert bod

(…)

to another place and it is a dark warehouse, I stir and both my hands and feet are tied, I don’t know what is happening around me and my head throbs, I sob remembering that moment when my husba

in me, no, no, Donovan, my beloved. Because life must be so unfair, because he had to die, God, it wasn’t enough for everythi

I hear someone say, I can’t see anything because it’s very

estion with fear.

“And you?”

mains silent—Amelia?

rself a little closer.

ou know whe

answers and I can hear her voice trying not to b

—Ho

llize.

napped me and murdered me…” I stop and let out the tears. “I murdered my hus

s,” she murmurs.

he questioned.

sell us into trafficking

e’s older.

whisper.

h this.

n.

(…)

e last thing I have left.

re we are, I complain because that sudden movement makes my belly hurt more.

him for what he did to me.

holds a cane to stand firm.

ting her face with her cane.

cover my belly with my hands.

ut eliminating you,” she pauses. They will do everything I ask of them and I hope you all have a nice trip to Venice, I hope you survive the journey.