The Millionaire Saint
Chapter 55

Dayana Berlusconi

I point out to the girl in charge of the interior decoration of the house the tapestry that I would like for the room, it will no longer be like the one in the apartment that has a completely bachelor façade, but I would still like to preserve the modern appearance that covers the bedroom. "It's a very good option, Mrs. Bristol," he announces with a smile. It's a skin color that will be combined with white paint. Donovan left everything in my hands and I hope you like it. It won't be long before we move into the house and Some of our things are already there.

-I suppose it would look perfect with the decoration of the sofas, -she commented and she nodded.

-Yes, the color is similar to the fabric that covers them, -she informs me.

"Well, I'll leave the rest to you," she nods and I say goodbye to her, reminding her of the lamps I want for the nightstand. I walk through the mall towards a baby store. Donovan has bought a lot of things, but I would like to buy him something to the little one. Once inside I go to the outfits where I replace a lion onesie, I smiled as I imagined the little one wearing that and I took it next to the rabbit one, it's beautiful, I walk to the shoes and die of tenderness when it comes to choosing some pairs. After choosing other clothes and paying for everything, I walk through the square, I know that Donovan will be angry with me because I left without anyone noticing and I left my cell phone which would prevent him from calling me or tracking my location. I also can't help but feel afraid knowing that if the same thing as the other time were to happen I would be unprotected, but a vague idea that we no longer have conflicts with another person beats in my head causing me to be calmer, I sigh as I leave the center and I know that the taxi stop is several blocks away so it wouldn't hurt to walk there.

According to Yngrid, pregnant women must be in constant movement, but be careful. None of those movements should be ones that endanger you and your baby. Being pregnant is not synonymous with being disheveled, without exercising, much less abandoning yourself. I know this can be lazy, but we cannot allow ourselves to fall into the stage that is supposed to be the most beautiful of our lives.

He took an alley to be able to get to the stop faster, my feet hurt and I can't stand another descent, my heart races when I see two guys suddenly leaving on a small detour, but I try to stay calm until one pulls out a gun.

"Don't scream," instinctively I put my hand on my belly, protecting it from anything.

"Please don't hurt me," I hold out my bag. "You can take everything and leave me," I ask.

-Dayana Berlusconi from Bristol, -my heart beats faster and I feel dizzy, I step back. "We are looking for only you," she announces with a smile. "Please," she begged, backing away.

"You have no escape," the voice behind me startles me and I drop what I'm carrying in my hands, turn and look at the other guy taller than the rest.

"I have nothing to give them," I murmur.

"Your husband has a lot to offer, his father already did it once and I suppose he will do it for you," I deny and before I can scream for help, they catch me and cover my nose and mouth with a handkerchief that smells horrible., my legs fail me and then everything goes dark.

(...)

I wake up with a severe headache on a cold floor, I sit down and slide towards the wall. I touch my belly, I hope everything is okay in there, this is all my fault. How could I be so reckless and go out without Jean? I sob and then I hear the door open. "She woke up," he announces to the rest, I don't understand anything and they don't even cover their faces.

"Just in time, we need to send a video to Bristol, I hope he's not stupid to get involved with the police," he announces.

"Record it and don't touch it," says the one who seems to be their boss.

-Why are they doing this? I question, he looks at me.

"We're just passing through, nothing personal," he announces and then leaves.

"Do your best drama," he laughs.

He records me and then leaves, I don't want to imagine the ordeal my dear Donovan is going through. "God, I pray that we come out of all this unscathed," I plead in my mind. I never wanted this to happen, I know it was wrong to go out that way, but I needed my space, everything overwhelms me and I guess pregnancy upsets me more.

I put my hand on my belly and caress it, for this little one I must remain calm and not make anyone angry. Preventing someone from touching me at all costs is the most important thing, I can't allow that, everything Donovan told me and the r**e of his sister comes to mind.

I look at the place and it looks like the one in your description, it is gloomy and cold, I have no words to describe this moment and the hours pass slowly, I feel very afraid, my stomach protests for food, but I know that nothing will enter my throat, since I feel dizzy and have a terrible desire to vomit. Darkness gradually engulfs the room, I curl up in the corner hugging my legs and end up falling asleep.

When I wake up, I get scared when I see one of the subjects in front of me. He looks at me with a funny smile that gives me chills. I sense that his presence here will not bring anything good.

-You know, I had the opportunity to f**k the dog that accompanied him years ago, -Valeria, this was the bastard who defiled her. "I can't help but think that the condemned man is very lucky to be surrounded by beautiful women," she announces. I don't say anything at all, but when he approaches me with the intention of touching me I slap him.

-Do not touch me! -Shout.

"Bitch," he lunges at me and his fist goes against my cheek, I sob from the pain and cover my belly to prevent harm to my baby. His hand crashes into my face again, splitting my lower lip. "I'll teach you not to touch a man," she proclaims, tearing my shirt and I struggle to keep him from touching me.

-Let me! -I scream between sobs, he touches my breasts and tries to take off my pants, but from one moment to the next the weight of his body leaves mine.

-What the f**k are you doing?! -The one who seems to be the leader shouts at him, he climbs on top of him and his fist crashes into his face, again and again, I don't care if he kills him right here so I look elsewhere- Bastard! -It's the last thing he says to him, he approaches me and I corner myself further against the wall. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you," he murmurs, crouches down. "Let me see," he grabs my face and grimaces. "This is something that shouldn't have happened, I'm sorry," he looks remorseful. -Why do they do this to us? -I question on the verge of crying.

-As I said, we are on our way and we need the money to return to our country. We saw you as a ward and we took advantage of the opportunity. If your husband complies, you can leave and continue living peacefully with this moment in your mind so you can publish it in those magazines. "It's gossip that rich people like you come out with," he points out.

"No, hurt us," I ask.

"You have my word, it won't be like that time," he comments, looking at the lying guy. "I'll take care of that, but of course, Bristol must keep her part of the deal or she'll die," his expression changes radically, he stands up and drags the man's body by one foot, I really don't know if he's dead, but rubbish like that should be.