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.

-Mr. Ivanov, we don't have clear details of what happened...

-Ask something, he cuts me off while frowning.

"Sergey is dead," my father tells him because I have no idea how to tell someone that his relative is no longer alive.

Mr. Ivanov loses his balance for a moment so we have to 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 by this news. -Did he resist handing her over?

"Arkin, we found him dead and next to him was Dayana with the gun in her hands," he communicates. Ivanov raises his eyebrows, surprised.

-That?

-It is obvious that Sergey abused her those weeks they were in that place and even tortured her for his own satisfaction, that is something sick and I guess the girl couldn't stand another day of t*****e and decided to end her life, my father is clear with his words. -My son, I loved him madly and he was the only thing I had left in 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. "Mr. Ivanov, you have also suffered a lot of damage from all of this," I pause. "Both families were damaged and this will be a moment of tragic memory that will torment us day and night without any rest," I tell him.

-You're absolutely right, on the one hand it hurts me to see a father lose his son, but on the other I feel good that a scum like that was eliminated from this world-How is he, Dayana? -She questions. "In shock, she hasn't spoken, much less seen his son," she commented.

"Poor girl, it shows she has suffered too much," I nod, she is the most affected in this story. "I'm leaving, I don't have the face to see her, I hope she recovers soon," she announces to leave with her son's body. After an hour the doctor comes down to the study to give us the information he collected.

-The patient is very shocked by what happened, examine her wounds, they are not that serious, nor will they leave scars, it is difficult to say, but the young woman 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?

-That's right, I did the test twice and the patient is pregnant, it is not advisable 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, maybe she wants to terminate the pregnancy and there is a lot of time to do so," he communicates.

-We will follow your advice, doctor, -my father is the only one who deigns to speak because I don't have the head to say a word, I feel worried about her, Dayana will receive a new storm of pain when he replaces out about her condition.

I need to catch my breath so I stand up to leave the study, I walk to the front door ignoring Alexandro's call. My car is parked in front of the house so I get into 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? Dayana Berlusconi

I wake up and stare at the ceiling of this new place I am in, I have no strength and my only desire is to sleep and never wake up again. In my entire 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.

Many times we see rape as something so simple and simple, but we never think about what it feels like to be abused.

Sometimes we think that it is the same thing that a prostitute feels, but it is 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.

Life goes on, but when something like this suffers, everything stagnates and you cannot move forward. I have murdered my rapist, it is worse than seeing him behind bars, I saw his eyes filled with terror when he felt the cold of the gun's muzzle on his forehead, 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.

In no trial would this be considered murder in 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 overthrow an entire kingdom using your seduction attributes.

Men who bathe in power are not afraid of women, they feel more than anyone else and only think that other men can overthrow them. When they see a seductive woman, the subject no longer thinks with the head that is attached to her neck, they allow themselves to be guided by the desire to dominate that defenseless girl.

For a moment I forgot everything and disconnected from reality thinking that a sick person like Sergey would feel pity 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. Sigh, Dylan is safe and that makes me happy, it hurts me 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.

I get out of bed to go to the bathroom and take a shower, I scrub my body hard trying to eliminate all traces of that repulsive being, I am not able to consider it human. His eyes torment me in my dreams 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.

"Dayana," Donovan's voice brings me back to reality, his face shows concern.

"Please leave me alone," I ask, looking at his eyes with black spots under them, it's obvious that he hasn't slept in days, I've lost track of how much time I have here.

"I would never leave you," he kneels. I swore to be with you in sickness and in health until death do us part," he reminds me.

"I'm already dead," I whisper.

"Don't say that, Dylan needs you and I still love you, no matter what happened, I love you, Dayana," a tear slides down the corner of his left eye as they turn glassy. -As you can love me? You don't remember me, be happy with Dylan and replace him an exemplary mother," she denies.

-You are and will be his only mother, there will be no one who can replace you.

-I'm a killer.

"You're a feisty woman and everything you've done was to get back with Dylan," she reaches out with her hand to brush a strand of my hair away from my face. -How do you know that? -She questioned her safety when saying it.

"Because you wouldn't be here and you would have stayed by your captor's side, but you decided to return with us," she mutters.

"I'm not worthy of your love," I whisper, lowering my gaze.

-But I love you. Don't you love me anymore? -She questions.

-With all my soul.