Day 4: The next day, Abeni woke up, still feeling the weight of her troubles. She forced herself to get ready for work, hoping that the routine would help her forget, even if only for a little while. The day passed by in a blur of customers, orders, and repetitive tasks. Abeni tried her best to focus on her work, to forget about her problems even for just a few hours. But she failed miserably.
Abeni finished her shift and headed home, her mind still reeling from the day's events. As she walked, she absentmindedly checked her phone, only to be greeted by a notification from her bank. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw the amount: $2,000. She couldn't believe it. She had to be dreaming. She quickly opened her banking app and saw the deposit was real. Just then, her father called her."Abeni..." he started"Did you send me two thousand dollars?"There was a long silence on the other end of the line. "Yes, I did," he finally said. "I wanted to help you pay off my debts.Day 5: Abeni woke up, but the weight of her problems made her not want to go into work. Grabbing her phone from her bedside table, she called Mark, her boss. "Hey, Mark. It's Abeni. I'm sorry, but I'm really not feeling well today. I won't be able to make it in." She paused, trying to sound more convincing. "I think I might even have the flu. Yeah, I'll keep you updated." There was a long silence on the other end of the line before Mark finally responded."Alright, Abeni. Take the day off. But make sure you rest up and take care of yourself. We'll manage without you here. Don't worry about the paperwork; I'll take care of it." Abeni couldn't help but feel a tiny bit guilty about lying to him, but she knew she needed the time off. She thanked Mark and hung up, then collapsed back onto her bed, already feeling a little more at ease.As the day progressed, Abeni found herself unable to concentrate on anything. She tried watching TV, but her mind kept wandering back to the probl
Day 6: Abeni's eyes fluttered open, the sunlight streaming through her bedroom window burning her eyelids like fire. She winced and squinted, trying to focus on the alarm clock on her bedside table. It was already half past six. She let out a groan, threw off the covers and rolled out of bed. As she stood up, her muscles protested, reminding her of the long hours she had put in at the bakery yesterday. She padded over to her closet, rummaging through the hangers and dresser drawers for something suitable to wear. Finally, she found a pair of clean jeans and a comfy sweater that would keep her warm during her walk to the bus stop.After quickly brushing her teeth and combing her hair, she hurried out of her apartment, locking the door behind her. The chilly autumn air nipped at her fingers and toes as she made her way down the quiet, tree-lined street. She could already see her breath clouding in front of her face. The smell of freshly baked bread wafted toward her, reminding her
Day 7 Deadline day: Later that morning, Abeni sat on her bed, her heart still racing from the events of the previous night. Today was the deadline day and she didn't know what to do. She barely registered the knock on her apartment door,, fear coursed through her. Maybe it was Dmitry here to collect his money. When she finally went to open it, she found an elderly woman standing outside. The old woman didn't say a word, but she didn't need to. Instead, she simply walked into the apartment and made herself comfortable on the couch. Abeni watched her warily, unsure of what to make of this strange intrusion.The old woman ignored her, instead focusing on the coffee table. She reached into her bag and pulled out an envelope, which she slid across the table. Abeni hesitated for a moment before cautiously picking it up. Inside was a large wad of cash."I am Mark's mother," the old woman finally said, her voice steady despite the anger in her eyes. "I am giving you $100,000, to shu
When they finally arrived at the Kuznetsov mansion, Abeni's breath caught in her throat. It was even more magnificent than she had imagined. The house was massive, modern, and exuded an air of extravagance that was almost palpable. But as she was roughly dragged out of the car and brought inside, she could only focus on the fear coursing through her veins.They took her down a long, winding hallway lined with expensive paintings and sculptures. The carpet beneath her feet was soft and plush, cushioning her every step. Finally, they reached a set of double doors and the man who had brought her here kicked them open, revealing a massive bedroom. The room was dominated by an enormous four-poster bed with silk sheets and pillows piled high against the headboard. There was also a fireplace in one corner, a sitting area with a plush sofa and a glass-topped coffee table, and a walk-in closet that Abeni could see through the open door.The man pushed her inside the room, s
They finally came to a stop in a large, opulent room, its walls adorned with priceless art and expensive furniture. Dmitry released her roughly, and she stumbled forward, landing on her knees on the plush carpet. She looked up at him, her eyes wide with terror and defiance."What do you want from me?" she demanded, her voice quaking. "Why am I here?"Dmitry stepped closer, his expression a mixture of surprise and anger. "You dare to speak to me like that?" he growled. "You're here because I brought you here.""Well, why did you bring me here?" she shouted back, feeling a strange sense of empowerment as she stood her ground. "What do you want from me?"For a moment, Dmitry was taken aback by her defiance. He'd expected her to cower and beg for mercy, not challenge him. But as he stared into her determined eyes, something else began to stir within him. Not pity or understanding, but a twisted sort of fascination."I want you to understand what i
After Abeni had left the room, Dmitry closed his eyes, savoring the memory of her scent and the warmth of her skin against his. His phone rang, startling him from his thoughts. It was one of his men, informing him that they had apprehended Mark. The anger that had been simmering beneath his calm exterior flared up. Mark had tried to rape Abeni, and for that, he would pay dearly.Dmitry stood up, straightening his expensive suit, and made his way out of his bedroom. As he walked through the lavish halls of his mansion, he thought about how he would punish Mark. Not only for what he had done to Abeni, but for disobeying him as well. He would make an example of Mark, show everyone that there were consequences for their actions.He went downstairs and outside his mansion, where his driver was waiting for him. As he got into the luxurious car."Take me to the warehouse," he instructed the driver. The driver nodded and pulled away from the curb, weaving through the b
Dmitry laid in his bed, staring up at the ceiling, unable to stop thinking about Abeni. Her words echoed in his mind, taunting him, challenging his dominance. He couldn't understand why she was different from the other women he had known. They had all been content to submit to his will, to be used and discarded at his whim. But Abeni...she was something else entirely.As he tossed and turned, he remembered the way she felt in his arms, the softness of her skin, the fire that burned in her eyes. Despite his best efforts, he found himself growing aroused, his body betraying his anger and confusion. He sat up, frustrated, and threw off the covers, pacing the room. He knew that he could force her to submit, to give in to his desires, but something held him back. There was something about her that he couldn't quite put his finger on.Outside, the night was alive with city sou
A week and a half had passed since Abeni arrived at the Kuznetsov mansion. She was in the living room with Natalia and Olga. Although she enjoyed their presence, she wanted desperately to go home."So Abeni," Natalia began gently, "tell me about your family. Any siblings?"Abeni hesitated, unsure how much to share. She looked around the tasteful, comfortable room, feeling uneasy and evaluated."I have a younger sister," she finally replied. "She has cancer and is in the hospital.""I'm very sorry to hear that," Natalia said sincerely. "That must be so difficult for you all."Abeni nodded, choking back emotion. "It is. But she's strong, and we support her as best we can."Natalia grasped Abeni's hand comfortingly. "She's fortunate to have you. If there's any way we can help, please ask."Abeni appreciated Natalia's sincerity but knew asking Dmitry for help would come at a price. She forced a weak smile. "Thank you, Natalia.""Wh
Abeni was in her kitchen, when her water broke. She knew it was time."Dmitry!" she screamed, her voice shaking with fear and excitement. "Dmitry, I'm having the baby!"Then a bunch of Dmitry's men rushed into the kitchen."Go and get Dmitry! Now!" Abeni ordered, as they all hurried off. She knew Dmitry would want to be there for the birth of their child. As she waited for Dmitry, her contractions growing stronger with each passing moment. The pain was intense, but she felt a sense of power and determination coursing through her. She was going to give birth to their child, and she was going to do it with Dmitry by her side. Then Dmitry ran into the kitchen, his face a mask of concern and love. He quickly took Abeni into his arms, his strong hands tenderly caressing her swollen belly. "Lets go to the hospital now," Dmitry said urgently, his gaze locked on Abeni's face. He scooped her up in his arms, cradling her like a precious treasure. A
The next morning, Abeni awoke to the warmth of the sun streaming through the window and the sound of birds chirping outside. Beside her, Dmitry lay sleeping peacefully, his chest rising and falling with each breath. She smiled, running her fingers through his dark hair, feeling a renewed sense of contentment and love. After gently rousing him from his slumber, they spent the morning preparing for their small, intimate baby shower. They had decided to keep it simple, with just their closest friends and family members in attendance. As they decorated the living room with balloons and streamers, they couldn't help but reminisce about their own childhoods and what they hoped for their baby's future. "I have a gift for you," Abeni said, handing Dmitry a small box wrapped in silver paper. He looked at her with curiosity, wondering what she could have gotten him. As he carefully unwrapped the present, his eyes widened in surprise when he saw a beautiful silver necklace with
A week had passed and Abeni was enjoying her newlywed life as Mrs. Abeni Kuznetsov. Dmitry was the most attentive and caring man she had ever known, but there was also an underlying edge to him, a dominance that made her heart race and her body ache for him.One evening, as they were sharing dinner there was a knock on the front door. The staff quickly went to open the door and in rushed Elena, Naledi, Camillie, Abeni's mother and sister and Dmitry's mother and sister. "Hello guys!" said Abeni, her voice full of surprise and joy. "I wasn't expecting you all here so soon!" But they all looked at Abeni and Dmitry, like they had seen a ghost."Is anything the matter?" asked Dmitry, sensing the tension in the air. "Your pregnant!" shouted Abeni's mother and sister in unison.Everyone stood there looking at Dmitry and Abeni expecting an answer."Surprise" said Abeni awkwardly. Dmitry on the other hand looked pleased and proud.
Over the next few days, Dmitry called everyone to explain that the wedding would be moved to a closer date. He used the excuse of wanting to be united with his new Abeni quicker. The news spread like wildfire throughout the criminal underworld, and everyone was buzzing with anticipation. Even those who didn't particularly care for Abeni found themselves interested in the union between her and Dmitry. As the wedding date drew near, Dmitry became more possessive and protective of Abeni now that he found out she was carrying his child. He showered her with gifts and made sure that she was constantly surrounded by his bodyguards, even when they were at home. Abeni, despite her initial reluctance, found herself enjoying the attention that Dmitry was giving to her. The night before the wedding, Dmitry couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation and pride. He had never been more certain of anything in his life than he was of his love for Abeni and the future they would s
Abeni left the bathroom, she needed a way to leave the house before Dmitry arrived, she didn't want to tell him just in case it really wasn't pregnancy. She made her way downstairs, and just as she was about to leave the house, there stood Dmitry. "Abeni?" Dmitry's voice was deep and commanding, causing her to stop in her tracks. She turned slowly, her heart racing as she met his gaze. His dark eyes seemed to consume her, making it impossible to look away. "Are you going somewhere? I thought we were going to have dinner together." He took a step forward, closing the distance between them. "I need to go to buy tampons..." she lied, knowing it was a terrible excuse. "You could have asked one of my men to go buy it for you, you know." He explained. "But I wanted to go myself." She looked down, feeling guilty for lying to him. "It's just that I'm having a little... crisis of confidence right now, and I thought some fresh air would help." Her voice tra
A few days had passed and Abeni had called everyone in her life to announce her engagement. Abeni was in the bedroom reading a wedding magazine, when she felt sick to her stomach.She ran to the bathroom, barely making it in time, and vomited violently.After she finished, she felt weak and dizzy, like she had been drugged."It must be a stomach bug," she thought to herself, crawling back into bed.But as the days went by, she started to notice other symptoms: intense headaches, chills, and fatigue. She tried to ignore them at first, but they only got worse. Finally, she decided to go see a doctor. When she arrived at the doctor's office, she was greeted by Grace her friend and the nurse."Hey Abeni!" she said, "I heard about your engagement. Congratulations!""Yeah, thanks," Abeni replied, still feeling a little queasy.Grace led her back to an examination room where they took her vitals.After a few moments, t
The car crunched softly on the gravel driveway as Dmitry parked with practiced silence. Abeni yawned and stretched, the sun streaming through the tinted window, warming her face. "Ready to face the concequences of out actions?" Dmitry asked with a playful smirk. Abeni swatted him playfully. "Just act natural, alright? No big displays of affection." They crept out of the car, tiptoeing towards the back door. Abeni peeked through the kitchen window, her heart sinking. Both Fisayo and Olga sat at the table, an empty chessboard in the center. "Shit," Dmitry muttered under his breath. "I was hoping they'd be out for a walk or something." He took a deep breath and squared his shoulders before they stepped inside. As they entered the kitchen, Fisayo looked up from her phone, her eyebrows raised in question. "Abeni? Dmitry?" Fisayo boomed, her voice laced with disbelief. "Where in the world have you two been?" Abeni sheepishly offered a
The doorbell rang and Abeni's heart skipped a beat. Today was the day her mother, Fisayo, and Dmitry's mother, Olga, were arriving for their long-awaited visit. Abeni had spent the past week transforming their spare room into a cozy guest suite, complete with a plush bed, soft linens, and thoughtful touches that would make their stay special. "Mom!" Abeni exclaimed, racing to the door and flinging it open. Her mother, Fisayo, stood there, a broad smile on her face as she took in the sight of her daughter. Abeni wrapped her arms around her mother and hugged her tightly, breathing in the familiar scent of her perfume. "It's so good to see you!" Olga chuckled softly. "Fisayo, you'll make the girl faint." As they entered the mansion, the air crackled with a nervous energy. Abeni busied herself ushering them in, stealing glances at Dmitry who stood by the window, a hint of unease etched on his face. "Dmitry!" Olga called out, and Abeni's gaze met his once more. He
The Aegean Sea stretched out before them. Abeni leaned against the railing, her afro catching the warm Mediterranean breeze, as she gazed out over the water. "This place is incredible," she breathed. "It's like nothing I've ever seen before." Dmitry stood beside her, his broad shoulders blocking the sun as he surveyed the same vista with a satisfied smile. "I'm glad we could take some time to enjoy it," he said. Their business trip had brought them to Greece, a country renowned for its stunning beauty and rich history. As the CEO of Kuznetsov empire, Dmitry had been busy meeting with potential clients and overseeing operations, but he had never forgotten to make time for Abeni. Their days were spent exploring hidden coves, swimming in crystal-clear waters, and basking on black sand beaches. Evenings were filled with candlelit dinners overlooking the caldera, the fiery hues of the sunset painting the sky in a breathtaking spectacle. One starlit night, th