The Millionaire Saint – Chapter 72

Donovan Bristol

We never expected to welcome Mr. Ivanov home, we hoped to be able to give him details of his son’s death after the doctor checked Dayana and we had a clear report of what happened.

-Where is my son? —He questions.

Ivanov, we don’t hav

f while frowning.

e.

take him to the sofa, I give him a glass of water and we patiently wait for him to regain his composure, he seems devastated b

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nds,” he communicates. Ivanov raises his eyebrows, surprised.

-That?

stand another day of torture and decided to end her life, —my father is clear with his words.

this world, but as a father I must admit that Sergey strayed from the path and completely lost his sanity, I apologize for all the damage he has caused to “His family,” he looks at me sincerely.

will be a moment of tragic memory that will torment us day and night without any rest,” I tell him.

scum like that was eliminated from this world—How is he, Dayana? —She questions.

k, she hasn’t spoken, much less seen his son,” s

an hour the doctor comes down to the study to give us the informa

an was sexually abused and I resorted to giving her an STI and pregnancy test—she pauses. —She is pregnant, there are no STIs present…

-Pregnant?

to tell her this now due to her shock, therefore the information should be handled with caution, wait for Dayana to show improvement within the next few days and then tell her about her condition, m

t her condition.

to it and accelerate fully to get out of that place that suffocates me, she is pregnant by her captor. How can I assimilate all this?

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tire life, I have never felt so weak, useless and as if I were a burden to everyone, I already understand what it feels like to be a disgraced woman, and that’s how they all feel.

ny times we see rape as something so simple and simple, but we never think ab

worse than the life of those who at least have a reason to give themselves to a man they do not want, they give themselves for money and need, but abused women and men do not. We are mentally prepared to be used as other people’s s*x toys.

there was no time for him to beg for his life, I did not feel pity, I wasn’t afraid to shoot him because the only thing running through my mind was the thirst to end all my suffering once and for all.

self-defense, since I planned every second, I seduced him, I slept with him and I took advantage of the virtue that life gave me which is being a woman, you are unique and you can over

te that defenseless girl.

ty for someone like me and that maybe he would let me go, but he was out of his mind, he didn’t react and I had no choice but to defend myself.

that I don’t have the courage to see him, but I am a murderer who does not deserve to be next to a being as pure and clean as him, she does not deserve to have a mother like me, Donovan has He tried to talk to me, I have no desire to talk to him and convince me to stay.

s and that scene of his death repeats itself over and over again in my head, I slide to the ground and hug my knees while the tears are washed away by the cold water that falls on me. my.

shows concern.

’s obvious that he hasn’t slept in days, I’ve lost track of how much time I have here.

kneels. I swore to be with you in sickness and in health until death

lready dead,” I whisper.

e corner of his left eye as they turn glassy.

me? You don’t remember me, be happy with Dylan and find him an exemplary mother,” she denies.

her, there will be no one who can replace you.

-I’m

ing you’ve done was to get back with Dylan,” she reaches out with her hand to brush

her safety when saying it.

d you would have stayed by your captor’s side, but you decided to return

gaze.

She questions.

ll my soul.