The Millionaire Saint – Chapter 66
Alexandro Bianchini
Remembering Henry’s words requesting that he not tell anything about his life to Donovan was like a kick in the balls, but he would do everything so that he would not suffer and fall back into a coma. I don’t know how he will take the idea that she could be dead, it hurts just thinking about it and imagining my brother devastated by this.
I cannot sit idly by either for Donovan, I must find a way to intercede and make him remember little by little without causing him harm, I sigh and finish drying off to go to bed with my sleeping husband. At least someone is calm because for me discovering two important people from my childhood and adulthood alive has been something shocking, Henry a gangster and now from what I saw my best friend is also involved in this, I hope I don’t last long in this place and help my brother as soon as possible to return to my monotonous life.
didn’t contact me when he woke up. from that coma. I inhale my little one’s hair and try to fall asleep, but it’s hard to sleep a wink all night.
rays of light I am awake, thinking of many ways to help Donovan, I know that Henry brought me so that he remembers something and I hope it w
ok at his face with a flushed cheek and marks from the pillow on it.
ccount, they felt very bad about the ugly comments, but great followers also came out defending our relationship.
smiled.
You look tired,” he worr
e first time in places I don’t know,” he nods.
at will happen now
guess we’ll stay here for a month and then we’ll
.
I climb on top of him and stay between his legs.
me tattooed. It is something intense to do that, but Asher will always be the love of my life and if our relationship were to end I will continue to love him.
love to you,” I murmur.
o slide gently until be buried inside him.
to him while I caress his body trying to keep it relaxed so I can increase my lunges.
othering me at this hour.
sponse.
eless,” he complains.
m badly. “Don’t laugh, brat,” I move inside him. “To the shower,” I carry him and walk buried in him, I care little that Donovan is waiting for me.
clinging his arms to my neck.
you think he
(…)
” he says, impressed.
ompany remains high, —I murmur.
?
ready to know that his wife and son might they are not alive.
don’t know if she’s alive and if he is, he must be having a very bad time thinking that Donovan is dead.
ke on my own saliva.
mes out in a thread.
ace—I don’t know how to respond to this.
tary,” I simply respond.
nd nod, I take out my phone to show Dayana, she remains without answering anything and then returns it to me.
ber anything?
Deny.
Her face seems familiar to me. Are you sure she was just
n’t give you many details, wait until I remember her, her name is Dayana and she
est my hand on his shoulder to comfort him.
would like you to accompany me to a party before you leave where t
ured, smiling and denying.
em to be exposed for so long, they already know what my father deals with and
want, brother.
na Berlusc
to his bed, he hasn’t said a word since he said that.
y, but insecurity took over me and I couldn’t help it, I’m sorry, precious,” he whispers.
step of an abuser, repentance.
s tongue into my mouth. I hate all this, but I have no choice, I thought I’d give it a chance and I’ve just learned the true face of this guy, it’s not worth it.
I am very grateful to Mía for giving me an injection to prevent pregnancy, I would not like to be pregnant by this psychopath. I thought he would continue, but he lay down next to me and hugged me, caressed my hair, we stayed silent and I only know that he is awake because of his hand that doesn’t stop caressing me. —I want
t and Dyl
l take care of him, don’t worry,” I sigh.
out of his arms to sit down.
—Take my arm.
room,” he denies.
isses my neck and moves, I know what she wants and I do it, I lift up a little and she places herself at my entrance so I can slide down her erect member. “Beautiful,” I move slowly
my mouth and kisses me, I close my eyes and she raises her hips, I moan in the middle of
ed and then looked for my son who receives porridge from Mia.
—He questioned.
right, but I don’t want to stop breastfeeding my son.
an I cont
tant that he drinks breast milk, but you already know that he i
ed.
lifeless body next to those pills—that last bit surprises me.
d suicide? —I op
tell you? —She asks worriedly.
ith his son,” he nods.
aring about being pregnant.