The Millionaire Saint
Chapter 24

Dayana

Bristol

-What are you talking about? -She questions and she looks at me with a neutral expression.

-I see that he keeps you ignorant of everything, but if you want to know more, stay away from him and I promise to give you all the information you want-without a doubt this woman has no scruples. -If Donovan hasn't told me that, maybe he has his reasons and I respect them. "Now I ask you to leave," I request.

-Sooner or later you will become an opportunist. "She," she leaves with her hair angry while I look at her, "Damn harpy," I think.

I sigh and start my way to nothing more and nothing less than to the boss's room, I know what I'm going to do is wrong, but the curiosity to see a photo of Valeria is very great. My steps take me straight to her closet, I look at the large place and in a corner at the top I see a briefcase "Dayana get out of here and go to your room" I think over and over again.

Curiosity is superior and I get up to take the briefcase and to my dismay I let it fall causing all the contents to spill out on the floor. There are many portfolios with photos of girls, I kneel down to pick them up and put them in order, but when I see some photos of myself I stop and take the sheet "What the f**k?" I question myself internally looking at information about my life.

Donovan has investigated me and they have even photographed me and my mother, photos of me leaving some clubs, accompanied and alone. It terrifies me to think that I have fallen in with a psychopath who can eliminate me at any moment and disappear from the face of the earth.

-What are you doing? -I scream while I bring my hand to my chest because of the scare it gave me.

-What are you doing here? -I question nervously, looking at her blue eyes that look at me with curiosity. That gaze wanders to the papers in my hands and her brow furrows.

-Why do you have that, Dayana? "She-she approaches and bends down to frown more at her. -Who are these? "She," she questions, looking at the other documents.

-That's the same thing I'm asking you: Why do you have all this information? Did you investigate me? Are you a psychopath?

"Too many questions," he says. What matters here is who brought those documents? -Interrogate. -The only one that was there was yours and I have no idea where they came from. Has anyone been here?

-The only person who sold was your mother and she retired at once.

She raises her eyebrows in question.

-Tell me later. Now I need you to leave that and don't touch anything else-we leave there and he immediately calls security-Someone broke into my house and you have no idea who it was. I want you to investigate, who the hell came in! -He exclaims as his face turns red. "Hey, calm down," I hold his hand.

"Pack a bag with clothes," he orders. "Now Dayana," he says and I nod to get out of there, since I feel like it's not the time to contradict him.

(...)

The car has been driving down the highway for half an hour and no one has said a word, I don't want to break the silence, but I need an answer or my head will explode creating theories. -Donovan What is happening?

-Someone circumvented security and planted that information there, -he informs neutrally. I don't want to imagine what would have happened if that person had had the mission of eliminating you.

I swallow thickly because I don't want to imagine a scene like that either.

-Why those women?

"I have no idea who they are, but I think they left it so you could break up with me, that's the theory I've created," he sighs and you can tell he's exhausted, so I decide to ignore the topic for now.

-Where we go? -He looks at me gratefully.

-I have a small apartment.

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-How many do you have? -He laughs. -Do not laugh.

-Well, it's a difficult question to answer. I know that here in California I have three properties. In Miami I have a beach house and a yacht, it's not the one we were on, that one belongs to my mother and mine is more technological," he reports. "So much vanity," I blurt out.

"I like tranquility, I have a house in Amsterdam surrounded by forest and when I decide to go on vacation to get away from everything, I go there for two weeks," he announces.

"It sure is wonderful to be able to be in a place like that and spend the day naked," he laughs.

-It's something I've never done.

"How boring Mr. Bristol," he denies and the car goes down to an underground parking lot, it parks and the door is opened by Jean, Donovan gets out and then I walk towards the elevator and the variety of luxurious cars that are parked does not go unnoticed by me.

"They're all mine," she announces after the elevator door closes.

-So you don't have neighbors?

He denies.

"I tell you I have a lot of sports cars and you ask me about the neighbors," she says.

"It's just that I feel like I'm no longer surprised by the waste of money he h as," he announced.

-A taste doesn't go amiss, but answering your previous question, I don't have neighbors, since there are only three floors and they all belong to me, it is an exclusive penthouse for one person, that is me. "Arrogant," she shrugs her shoulders, dismissing him.

The doors open and everything is luxurious, modern and as frivolous as Donovan, we move through the place to the kitchen where he washes his hands and begins to look for different products from the cupboard. -What are you doing?

"I haven't eaten anything in several hours and I suppose you haven't either," he senses.

-Good. So let me help you. What idea do you have in mind?

-A baked salmon with caramelized onions. He announces and for a moment my Windows restarts without knowing what comes first and what comes next-. You can sit while I cook, I don't mind you watching me do it. -Asks. -Whatever the boss orders.

Donovan Bristol

I am a man who is not known for having much patience, but in moments like what happened a while ago I have to stay calm to think clearly. For a few seconds my heart stopped as I imagined what could have happened to Dayana and having my hands dirty with blood again.

It's like a curse that has followed me since that day, one that puts the lives of everyone around me at risk and forces me to isolate myself from the world to avoid more tragedies. First it was my sister Valeria, then my father and now almost Dayana, I don't want to have any more burden of conscience and weight on my back.

"He's very thoughtful," he mutters, taking a sip of her wine glass.

Sigh.

"They're just your ideas," he denies.

"I finished eating and you've barely taken the first bite of your dinner," he points out. -Did something happen at the meeting? -He questions.

"You know my mind doesn't wander to that," I pause to drink from my glass. -I am concerned about what happened and I understand that you have many questions about the information, but you must understand that I needed to investigate you before making that proposal to you.

"I don't judge you, it's something I would do too," he grimaces. It is your company that they want to take away from you and anyone would resort to the same thing. -Seat.

"That's why Dayana wants us to get married at the beginning of December," she suggested.

She coughs spitting out the wine she was drinking.

-That? -I take out the box with the engagement ring and hand it to him.

"My mother gave me a year and I think the clock is ticking," she announced. "December is three months away," she commented.

-It's very fast.

-It goes at the right time.

"Okay," he accepts the box and takes out the ring. -It's lovely.

"Let me put it on you," I get up from my chair to go to her, I kneel down and take the ring from her hands to leave a kiss on her knuckles. -Although we both know that all this is false and that we will end up being good friends in the future, I think I should ask, Dayana Berlusconi, do you agree to be my wife? -She smiles.

-I agree.

(...)

I rub the towel on my hair and then get into bed, I sigh and turn my face towards Dayana who is asleep next to me, she is terrified of thunder and today an enormous amount of water is falling from the sky.

I sigh, closing my eyes and sleep doesn't seem to want to enter my system so I get out of bed, walk to my suitcase where I replace the bottle of pills that I brought with me and that I didn't use.

I return to the cabin and open the packaging, I take out a white capsule and before I can put it in my mouth, Dayana's voice reaches my mind, reminding me that I can become dependent on these drugs, I sigh looking at the pill.

"Don't do it," he murmurs.

-I thought you were asleep.

I turn my face to look at her.

"It's difficult with so much thunder and lightning, lie down here," he asks, I look at the pill and place it on the table to do what he asks, his head rests on my chest and instinctively I caress his blonde hair, inhaling the smell of his hair.. -How did you end up being dependent on them?

Sighs.

-After my father's death it was very difficult for me to fall asleep, my doctor diagnosed me with post-traumatic insomnia and prescribed these pills to help me sleep until I started taking them more frequently and for any emotional moment I suffered I resorted to them to calm down," I feel his hand caress my side and my body tenses, but then I relax.

-So how did you discover that an o****m helps you control insomnia?

"My ex-boyfriend," she whispers. -Don't ask more about that.

"I respect your space," I mutter, although I'm very curious to know more about their former relationship.

"Your mother said something quite strange," he tenses.

-That?

"She offered me a blank check to stay away from you and it seems like she's used to doing things like that," I frown in annoyance.

"Sonia is hell-bent on destroying me," I clench my jaw.

"And that's not all, Donovan," she sits up to look at me with concern and terror at the same time. -He said you're a murderer.