Dmitry, was in his mansion, in his office, doing the usual. The room was dark, lit only by a single lamp on his desk. The walls were adorned with pictures of him with various world leaders and other members of the underworld. A grandfather clock ticked loudly in the corner, seemingly intent on driving him insane. His massive, oak desk was covered in paperwork, guns, and stacks of cash. Dmitry's temper was not at its best today, and every time he got a call from one of his men, he found it harder to contain his irritation. He sighed heavily and picked up the phone. "What is it now?" he growled.
"Boss," one of his men said, his voice confident. "We have the man who's been owing you money."
Dmitry sat up straight in his chair, instantly interested. "Who is it?" he asked, his tone dangerously low.
"It's Abeni's father," the man replied.
Dmitry leaned back in his chair, a cold smile spreading across his face. "Good. Bring him here."
He paused for a moment, savoring the taste of vengeance. Abeni's father had been avoiding him for far too long, thinking he could get away with not paying his debts. But now, it seemed, his luck had run out. Dmitry drummed his fingers on the desk, anticipation coursing through him.
The man on the phone cleared his throat. "Boss, we can bring him here now, or we could wait until tomorrow. It's up to you."
Dmitry considered the options. There was something to be said for making Abeni wait, for letting her stew in her own fear and uncertainty. But he was impatient today, and the thought of having her father here, under his thumb, was too much to resist. "Bring him here now," he yelled. "I want to ask him a series of questions."
He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest as he waited for his men to do his bidding. His mind drifted back to Abeni once more, her defiant stare and sharp tongue echoing in his ears. He couldn't help but wonder what she would say when she found out her father had been caught. Would she beg for his release? Or would she try to stand up to him again? Either way, he knew that he would enjoy seeing the fear in her eyes.
As his men brought Abeni's father into the room, Dmitry sat up straight in his chair, a predatory smile playing at the corners of his mouth. The old man cowered before him, trembling with fear. "Ah, Mr. Oni," Dmitry purred. "It's been such a long time." He leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers beneath his chin as he studied the man. "I trust you remember the debt you owe me?"
Abeni's father nodded, his eyes darting around the room as if searching for some means of escape. "I... I'm sorry, Mr. Kuznetsov. I've tried to pay you back, but I've had no luck. I've been struggling to find work since my business failed." His voice trembled with fear and desperation.
Dmitry raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "Struggling? Or making excuses?" he asked coldly. "I've given you enough time, Mr. Oni. It's time to pay what you owe me."
He leaned forward, his gaze piercing into the older man's eyes. "You have two options. You can either find the money yourself, or..." He trailed off, letting the implied threat hang in the air. "Or," he continued, "I can take your daughter instead."
Abeni's father's face paled, his mouth falling open in shock. "No, please!" he begged. "Anything but that. I'll find a way to pay you."
Dmitry smiled cruelly. "I'm glad to hear that. As for your daughter," he gestured to a chair across from him, "why don't you have a seat? We have some things to discuss."
Abeni's father hesitantly took a seat, as one of the men, handed him a picture. It was a photo of Abeni.
"Is this her?" the man asked.
Dmitry nodded, watching the old man's reaction intently. Abeni's father's face twisted with anger and despair as he looked at the picture. "Yes, that's her," he said through gritted teeth. "She's all I have left, my other daughter is sick"
Dmitry leaned back in his chair, a predatory smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "I'm sorry to hear that," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "But you see, your situation doesn't change the fact that you still owe me money. And I'm not one to be put off for long." He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in. "Now, I'm going on a trip and when I return I’m going to give you a week to come up with the full amount. If you don't, I'm afraid I'll have to take your daughter's freedom away from her. Do you understand?"
Abeni's father nodded numbly, tears welling up in his eyes. "I understand," he whispered.
Dmitry looked at one of his men and asked "How much does he owe me?"
The man replied "He owes you about one hundred thousand dollars."
Dmitry nodded and then turned his attention back to Abeni's father. "I'm sure you understand the seriousness of the situation," he said, his voice cold and unyielding. "I expect you to find that money within the week. You can use any means necessary, but I must have my payment."
As the old man left the room, tears streaming down his face, Dmitry couldn't help but feel a twinge of satisfaction. He leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers once more.
Then he picked up the phone and dialed a number from memory. "Hello, is this the address?" he asked when a woman answered. "Yes, I'd like to speak with Abeni. Tell her it's about the debt her father owes me." There was a long pause, and then the woman hung up the phone without saying a word.
He smiled coldly as he hung up the phone, the anticipation building inside him. He knew that Abeni would come running into his arms, just as her father had before her. It was in their nature, he supposed. They were all the same: desperate to pay their debts, no matter the cost. And in this world, there was always a cost.
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