The Millionaire Saint – Chapter 63

Dayana Berlusconi

When I wake up my little Dylan is with his eyes open kicking, he smiled and caressed his cheek watching how his little mouth forms a gummy smile, Sergey left me in his room and it’s strange, but I’m not going to question it, I sigh and get up drinking to my son to return to my room.

I look for clothes for Dylan so I can bathe him, feed him and then get ready to go down to breakfast, since by Mr. Ivanov’s orders I cannot stay in the room. On the one hand, I like her because I really like Mia and her husband.

sterile, it is obvious that she would have been a good mother. She does not adopt for reasons of this world in which she is involved and

deserves all those emotions that pregnancy generates in you and the greatest emotion of It’s all about seeing for the first time that little being that you carried in your belly.

o me about Dylan’s flu, I hope he gets better soon,

was so scared,” he

o worried, but Mr. Ivanov told me that Sergey was in charge o

with his frown. Look at what time it is and he still hasn’t returned, he’s inconsiderate,” he shows concern.

Ivanov looks at him for several seconds and nods, but at that moment S

me. I stay still and look at Mia who nods. I sigh to stand up and follow him in sile

all, he remains standing in front of me and places his hands on either side of my face.

something I love,” the knuckles of his right hand rub my cheek and I can smell the alcohol on it. .

drunk? —I ask, he laughs.

’s not your concern,” he points out.

ou want Serge

thing that should be clear to you, understood? —I don’t answer—Damn woman! —Her fist crashes against the wall and I startle.

whisper, trembl

esses against mine, Sergey collapses and I get scared.

and with great effort I turn him on his side so that the liquid that comes out of his mouth doesn’t go into his lungs.

I am not like them and I never will be.

take long for the door to be opened by several people.

anov questions, distancing me from his son.

n checks her eyelids.

.

nov reproaches.

tay lying there until one of the workers arrives with Dylan, I sigh and get up to t

who keeps me and my son united is him.

(…)

heard anything from Sergey, I guess everyone thinks it’s something that doesn’t

we see and hearts we do not know, I sigh and I am glad that he is alive.

r.

I would have,” he announced.

sincerity is true.

observes.

senses,” her gaze goes to my lower lip.

ou do it? – I question, he sighs

about his life,” I think when I return to my room. .

Bristol

nt to find something that I am missing. There is also the fact that I cannot talk to Alexandro for safety and this world in which I have become involved is dangerous for my friend and his boyfriend Asher, I know that they will soon get married and it gives me gr

my chest, I don’t remember this woman’s name.

n get out of it. “I think it’s time for you to leave,” I ask politely, as I’ve seen many of the men treat these girls as if they were nothing more than a s*x object.

ng with you Mr. Bristol,” she announces, I just nod and go to the bathroom. I need a shower, a bitt

I prefer to sleep

there and dress in comfortable clothes to go down to the dining room where I order a bitter coffee with m

on’t worry, I’m fine with th

deprive me of my memories,”

he murmurs, and I stand up and walk out into the garde

even have the suspicion that what they are hiding from me is very serious and will totally change my life, but I don’t care and I want to find out the truth

that I’ve gotten involved in.

Donovan,” he

n’t bother me now, Henry,” I ask, and he walks over and leaves someth

hing.

-A chain?

u were wearing it when they found you b

nry leaves

gift,” that woman announces, taking a chain out

is your name or mine.

she comments.

that way of calling her, Miss Berlusconi is what I said.

blet in search of her last name, “Berlusconi, are you okay?” —I question.

, excuse me Mr. Bristol,” she responds quickly, she looks a little nervous, I point to the chair in front of my desk and obedie

ery prepared

who perhaps had no importance in my life, it is clear that this woman was only my secretary.

lated to these eleven lost years.