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
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
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.
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
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
Abeni sat on her bed, staring at the laptop screen that read, "Sorry, you have not been accepted for the job. We will contact you if a position becomes available." With a sigh, she closed the laptop and leaned her head back against the headboard. It had been 3 months since she lost her job, and the bills were piling up. Rent was due, her sister was hospitalized, and her mother was too weak to find work. The responsibility for it all fell on Abeni. She paid the rent, her mom's care home fees, her sister's hospital bills, and living expenses. Standing up from the bed, Abeni walked to the small apartment's living room. As she got a drink of water, her phone buzzed on the coffee table. Looking at the caller ID, she rolled her eyes. It was her dad. “Abeni omobinrin mi ololufe” said her dad. {Abeni my dear daughter} “What do you want?” she asked, annoyed. “Please lend me some money to pay off my debts”, he pleaded Abeni rolled her eyes again. This man was always asking for money, desp
The man walked towards Abeni and her mother. His gaze fixed on Abeni. “My client doesn’t like noise, so we would like peace and quiet” he said, his gaze not leaving Abeni. Abeni, who blushed at his intense gaze, tried to stand confident. “Please make an exemption for my sister!” she said, trying to sound confident. “She is a cancer patient, and needs diligent care and attention. He smirked “She can get that care and attention on the first floor” he said. Abeni wanted to slap that smirk off his face. “Do you think this is a joke?” Abeni asked. “No…” he said, “But my client cannot stand being on the same floor as…poor people like you” he said. Abeni took a step back shocked, Whilst he gave her an arrogant smile. “Ṣe o ya were” shouted Abeni “Are you mad?” she translated. {Are you mad?} The man looked at her, his expression not readable. “I am telling you that there is a cancer patient who needs to stay in this room, and you’re here telling me rubbish!” she shouted. “Please
His POV Dmitry Kuznetsov, sat in his office, overlooking the city from his high-rise building. He couldn't stop thinking about the girl who had slapped him at the hospital and spilled coffee on him. Anger coursed through his veins, but something else lingered beneath the surface. He remembered the feel of her soft skin, the way her brown eyes flashed with defiance, and the way her afro hair cascaded down her back. She was curvy in all the right places, and he found himself captivated by her beauty. He couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to have her under his control, to feel her body writhing beneath his touch. Dmitry's mind drifted back to the encounter at the hospital, the way she had challenged him, daring to stand up to the mighty Dmitry Kuznetsov. He couldn't help but admire her courage, even if it was misplaced. He knew that he could make her pay for her insolence, but there was something about her that made him want to keep her close, to see what else she was capa
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 vengea