The Bilionaire's Secret Son

Chapter 5

Donna

"It was a difficult but necessary farewell. Jess was in tears when I boarded the plane with Dominic, my heart was also broken, and luckily, my son was asleep. Jess is his godmother, and the two are inseparable. I don't even want to think about how hard it will be when he looks for her and doesn't find her there.

After a 15-hour flight, we finally arrived, and a lady was waiting for us at the airport with a sign that read 'Donna.'

"Good evening, that's me!' I said as I approached the lady who greeted me."

She is Japanese, with no smiles or over-the-top welcomes. She simply welcomed me, introduced herself as Ella, and led me to the taxi.

"Miss, tonight you will stay in a hotel with your son, but your house will be ready tomorrow. We have already arranged everything for your son—school, nanny, and everything he will need to live here, just like for you." I must be dreaming. Even when I worked in New York, I couldn't afford a nanny. Many times, I had to leave work early because Jess had a last-minute commitment, and she was the one who alternated with me.

The streets here are very different from NY. Since it's nighttime, the lights are more striking and beautiful, undoubtedly more organized, which left me undoubtedly surprised by everything I was seeing. After checking into the hotel, Makima said goodbye and left, informing me that she would be back early tomorrow to take us to our new home. Dominic arrived tired, ate, and quickly fell asleep. As for me, I was sleepless due to anxiety and called Jess as soon as I got out of the shower.

"Hi friend, did you arrive safely? I couldn't stop thinking about you all day. Is everything okay over there?"

"Jess, I have never slept in such a fancy place," I expressed my admiration for the place. Honestly, I never even dreamed of being in a place like this in my life. "There’s even a chandelier on the ceiling. This place must cost a fortune."

"I told you that you would find someone who values your work. You are very hardworking, and I am so happy for you. But tell me, have you met your boss yet? Is he nice?"

"No. I just arrived, Dom fell asleep, and I called you right after. I believe I will get to know the company where I will work tomorrow. I am so happy, my friend, thank you for believing in me and never letting me give up on my dreams."

"You deserve everything you are experiencing. And you can be sure that this is just the beginning. I just don't know how I'll handle missing you so much."

I was feeling it too; I had never been away from her for so long. Jess is the only family I have and the one I can count on at any moment. 'You won't believe who called me this afternoon and said he’s in town!'

"Don’t tell me it’s the…" She smiled on the other end, confirming my always accurate guess. "Oh my God, what did he say? Did you meet up? Don’t let pride get in the way this time, okay?"

"No, not this time. Matthew is a nice guy. For a long time, we were just friends, but the last time we saw each other, I felt something for him. I let myself go, and it almost ruined our friendship. I didn’t know he wanted the same as I did. He asked me out tonight, and guess what?"

"Don’t do what I wouldn’t. You deserve to be happy. You deserve a nice guy. Although I don’t have much affinity with him, it’s clear that he likes you a lot, and you deserve someone who loves you."

"Speaking of love, he just arrived."

"Then go, enjoy the night, and tell me everything later." We said our goodbyes, and she hung up, but I could still hear Matthew’s voice.

Mikhail

I was in my office when Cristina entered holding two glasses and a bottle of champagne.

'Time to celebrate, my love," she said, sitting on my lap and putting her arm around my neck, serving us afterwards.

"Cristina, you know I don't drink while working, and now it's better for you to leave. I will finish here and go home too, but first I need to finalize these documents and review some things," I asked, without arrogance but already losing patience.

"I'm fed up with your refusals, Mikhail,' she stood up furiously, knocking over the glasses onto the floor. Her spoiled child-like behavior was getting on my nerves. I was checking the exports, and she simply thought it was useless. "You never care about me. My achievements never make you happy. Sometimes I think I deserve someone who loves me for who I am, not for what I have."

For what she has? If we stop to evaluate, my fortune is more than triple hers. It's not because she is a judge's daughter that it makes me 'poor' next to her. But I tried, for the thousandth time, to have a civilized conversation with her, like two adults.

"My love, your achievements are important to me and deserve the best celebrations, but this is not the place, and it’s not the time either. Regarding your fortune, you know we shouldn't talk about it because no one else knows that I am as wealthy as you are." My eyes are heavy with fatigue and sleep. I haven't slept for almost three days, and I still have to deal with Cristina and her trivialities. 'Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to finish this tonight. I’ll be home before eleven, I promise.'

Pouting, she left, throwing the champagne bottle onto my desk, soaking the papers, my phone, and fortunately missing the computer, or I would have had to reorganize the entire file again.

'Good evening, I would like to inform you that Miss Donna is already settled in with her son. Tomorrow I will take her to her house, but she didn't mention she would bring her son. However, I told her everything was ready to receive him as well.' Ella entered my office, and after giving the news, noticed the mess, shook her head, and continued, 'I hope she doesn't kill you someday. Your wife is completely crazy. Good luck to you.'

I thanked Ella and realized I could no longer back out of this marriage, which was already so advanced. I could only accept it and hope for a miracle to happen."