The Millionaire Saint
Chapter 57

Dayana Berlusconi

I thought things would get better when I arrived in Venice, but along the way I had an accident that left me very worried, I don't know what I can do and the pain is now in my back. "Baby, please don't leave me," I ask, caressing my belly, they haven't forced us to bathe and put on very naked clothes, I wait for my turn to go on stage and wait to be bought like a simple cow.

"Your turn," I let go of Amelia's hand, she walks to the stage and I can see all those men and women offering money for her until her buyer is an old man. I can see that the girl trembles and they take her somewhere else where she is safe. buyer will receive it. I have to go up on stage, raise my head in front so that everyone can see me, I don't release my hand from my belly and I hope this happens soon. I need to go to a hospital and according to Madame, maybe my buyer will take pity on me and give me medical attention, since otherwise I would be struggling not to be up here.

"This beautiful woman, you can see it now," the presenter points out. She is expecting a baby, but what man doesn't feel the desire to know what it feels like to be with a pregnant woman? -no one answers. -Come on next! -Exclaims someone from the audience, causing the others to laugh.

"It's true, pregnant you're useless," I bow my head.

"I'll buy it," my gaze goes to the old man who speaks with a Russian accent, you can tell he's in his sixties.

"Fifty thousand dollars, that's what it's worth," he nods. "Sold," she says, they make me walk to another side where I wait for several minutes until the person who receives me is a man without any expression. "Follow me," he orders, I walk several steps and moan from the pull I feel in my belly.

-Ah! -Sob pressing there-. I need a doctor, please," she looks at me, walks up to me and picks me up.

"Calm down," he walks with me and I can't help but lose consciousness due to the pain that runs through my belly.

(...)

When I wake up I am in a room with a rich appearance. I have an IV in my hand and I touch my belly, I sigh because that little lump is still there, I hope everything is okay.

The door opens and a woman enters.

"It's good that you're awake," she smiles and I look at her suspiciously. "I am Doctor Mia," she informs.

-My baby?

"It's okay, but you have to take care of yourself," he comments. You almost had an abortion, it's lucky you're still pregnant-I can't help but shake when I imagine losing the only thing I have left of my husband. -Where I am?

-It's a question that I can't answer, but I recommend you rest, since the trip will be a little long-she looks at me for several seconds-What's your name? "Dayana," I mutter. -Did you say trip? -I question.

"In two days we will fly to Russia, we hope you get better before leaving and I recommended to Mr. Ivanov that they give you that time to recover," he announces, I assume he is referring to the one he bought me, I don't ask any more questions. They will bring you some food and clothes, remember not to experience strong emotions and be calm," she asks to leave, leaving me alone.

It doesn't take long for the same guy who greeted me after I came off the stage to enter. In her right hand she carries a tray and in the other a bag, she walks to the sofa where she deposits the last mentioned and leaves the first at the foot of the bed.

I can glimpse a scar on his face from his ear to his jaw, he doesn't speak and just retreats, I crawl carefully to the tray to open it replaceing toast, jam, eggs and cokey, my stomach growls and I eat everything in a matter of minutes to then drink the orange juice, I feel satisfied.

I try to clear my mind and I can't help but cry when I remember his face, and that pavement full of his blood, Donovan, I have no one to count on, nor do I see a way out of all this, but I promise that I will fight for our son to come into this world. and be by my side all the time, I will not allow them to take me away from him.

(...)

The two days pass and I did not see Mr. Ivanov again, nor do I want to see him. Only Dr. Mía and the strange guy left on the private plane, but I thought I saw a sign of affection from him with the woman with reddish hair, I guess they are couples. I didn't avoid falling asleep during the flight until we landed, she woke me up with a smile.

"Welcome to Kazan, Russia," I sigh, since none of this gives me fun or joy, I walk alongside them until they have to cover my eyes when we get into a truck.

All the way I listened to their conversation in Russian, and it's something I'll take advantage of, since maybe they think I don't know what they're talking about, but what they were saying was irrelevant.

When the van stops they reveal my face, I go down and in front of me a mansion with many guards walking around, we walk until we enter and are greeted by the staff.

"Mr. Ivanov, wait for you Steven," one of the girls announces, he nods.

"Come on, Dayana, I'll show you the place," says Mía. We walk around the house and she shows me some places in it.

-Do you know why Mr. Ivanov bought me? -She questioned, she looked at me for several seconds.

"You're beautiful, I have no doubt it was for him," her face shows a clear expression of disgust and sadness.

-He? -I look at her confused.

"His son," from her expression I feel that this is not to her liking.

"Please, Mia, help me escape," he looks at me sadly.

"I can't do it, no matter how much I want to, I couldn't," she murmurs.

-Because? She questioned.

-We all have people we care about, and I suppose you would do anything to make sure your son is well, right? -Seat-. It's the same as me for my children, the best thing you can do is keep going and never give up, for your baby," she suggests. -Will this get bad? -I question.

-Yeah.

After the tour, I leave myself in a guest room, I ask myself to lie down and not think too much because worry and sadness can affect my fetus, I sigh, it is something difficult to do and even more so knowing that my son's father is dead. Unknown

"Remember the protocol," she commented, looking at them.

"Sound the siren and damage your delivery, we will not intervene," he announces, I nod.

I watch from the abandoned tower through the rifle scope, I hope I don't understand why the boss wants this exchange to be damaged, but his orders are clear and they must have some purpose.

"The car is approaching," they announce on the radio, I sigh.

"Stay alert, don't intervene and don't let yourself be seen," they respond with a yes sir and I concentrate on observing the scene, I can't believe they are so careless to do this in such an open field, but each person ends up alive at their own risk. mode-. Turn on the sirens," I order when the money is already in the subject's hand, I smile when I see how they get upset, but in the same way my smile disappears when they shoot the man. "Shit," I whisper as he watches him fall.

The girl runs up to him and looks shocked. I watch as they place her handkerchief on her nose and take her away, leaving the money, I get off the tower.

"Sir, what do we do?" I hear them ask on the radio.

"Bring the truck," I request, I kneel in front of the boy and feel his pulse, I don't feel it and I get scared. I immediately put CPR into practice, pressing the center of his sternum. "Come on boy," she presses again and again.

He checked his pulse and felt it coming, but he was very weak.

The truck parks and they give me a first aid kit, I need to give him first aid or else he won't make it alive. I am in charge of putting a bandage on his gunshot wound and another on his head, since it seems that he has hit the hood of the car due to the impact of the

shot. "Boss, but we must not intervene," they remind me.

"I know why I do it," I finish covering to stop the bleeding. Request that a doctor be brought to the safe house, we can't let him die or our heads will be pierced," I announce. And your boy, don't die.