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 shuWhen 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 laying on her bed when there was a knock at her door. She wondered who it could be, and as she sat up and asked who was there, she found herself face-to-face with one of Dmitry's men. He handed her a phone and said Dmitry had asked him to give it to her.Abeni took the phone, feeling a mix of excitement and unease. She turned it on and saw tons of missed calls from her best friends Naledi, Camillie, and Elena, her mother, and work colleague Jessica.Abeni knew Dmitry wouldn't give her the phone without tracking what she said, so she had to be careful. She decided to call her mother first."Abeni!" her mother exclaimed emotionally when she heard Abeni's voice. "It's so good to hear you!""Mam, I-" Abeni started."No need to explain, Mr. Kuznetsov already told me everything!" her mother interjected."What did he say?" Abeni asked skept
As they stepped out of the car, the autumn air was crisp and invigorating. Abeni inhaled deeply, feeling a sense of freedom wash over her. "Okay," she said, taking a deep breath, "let's do this!" They walked up to the door of the boutique, and Natalia pushed it open, revealing a world of luxury and opulence. The floor was covered in plush carpeting, and soft, mellow music played in the background. A row of sales associates stood at the ready, their smiles warm and welcoming."Let's find you an outfit for Dmitry first," Natalia said with a sly smile, leading Abeni through the store. They browsed through racks of designer clothes, each piece more exquisite than the last. Abeni felt a bit overwhelmed at the choices, but Natalia was quick to offer suggestions and help her pick out the perfect outfits. They eventually settled on a sleek black dress that hugged her curves and a pair of sexy black heels that made her feel taller and more confident.As they continued their sho
When Dmitry finally entered the room, he closed the door behind him and walked over to her. “I hope you don't mind," he said, his voice low and husky, "but I thought we could see the outfits you bought in private. There's a door over there that leads to a bathroom where you can change. It's a bit more... secluded." His gaze lingered on her face for a moment before moving down to her body, making her heart race even faster.Abeni hesitated for a moment, feeling a mixture of nervousness and anticipation. She glanced at the door he indicated, then back at Dmitry. He looked so confident and in control, and the idea of being alone with him in such close quarters made her heart pound even harder. But then she remembered the excitement she had felt earlier, the thrill of shopping and the freedom she had felt with his money.Taking a deep breath, she nodded. "Okay," she said, her voice barely audible. "Let's see the outfits." Dmitry smiled, his eyes gleaming with excitem
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