Share
Chapter 80: Epilogue: Cherished Memories
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
Related chapters
Dance with the Devil Chapter 1: A Fateful Encounter
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
Dance with the Devil Chapter 2: The Confrontation
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
Dance with the Devil Chapter 3: Obsession
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
Dance with the Devil Chapter 4: Dark Deals
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
Dance with the Devil Chapter 5: Shattered Triumphs
Abeni stared in disbelief at the message lighting up her phone: "Congratulations Abeni Oni, You have gotten the job!" A squeal escaped her lips before she could contain herself. She had done it! All her hard work had paid off. This job would change everything - no more struggling paycheck to paycheck. She could finally help her mom get better care for her sister Ada. Abeni's finger hovered over her best friend's contact. She couldn't wait to share the exciting news. But before she could make the call, her phone started ringing. It was her mother. "Ma-" Abeni began cheerfully before her mother cut her off. "Abeni, are you okay?" Her mother's voice was tight with fear. Confused, Abeni replied "Yes, I'm fine! What's wrong?" Her mother responded in Yoruba "Baba re ni..." {It's your father...} Abeni's heart sank. "What has he done this time?" she asked warily. "It's about his debts..." her mother began. "I got a call at the care home this afternoon..." "Who called? Are you okay?"
Dance with the Devil Chapter 6: A Line Crossed
A few weeks had passed since Abeni started working, and she enjoyed working there. Abeni was at work, when an old, port-bellied man entered the shop."Hello, sir. How may I help you?" she asked, giving him her brightest smile. He nodded toward the back of the store. "I'd like a few of those tarts and some of those fancy muffins. And could you please deliver them to my table?"She glanced over her shoulder. The dining area was filled with customers enjoying their meals. "I'm sorry, sir, but that's not part of my job description. I can certainly ring you up, though."He winked at her. "Oh, don't worry about that. I'm sure we can work something out." There was a twinkle in his eye that made her feel a little uneasy.Trying to be a good staff member, Abeni glanced at the old man again. With a deep breath, she shrugged and nodded. "Alright, sir. I'll be happy to deliver your order to your table." She put the requested items on a tray, making sure to double-check that they were all there b
Dance with the Devil Chapter 7:The Price of Power
The car door was opened by one of his men, revealing the outside of the airport. Dmitry nodded curtly, his mind still consumed with thoughts of Abeni. He couldn’t help but wonder what she was doing at that moment.The questions swirled through his mind as he stepped out of the car and onto the tarmac.He turned to one of his men. “Keep an eye on her discreetly,” he instructed, his voice low and commanding.As his men disappeared into the crowd, Dmitry walked briskly towards his private jet. The thought of Abeni lingered in his mind, her delicate features, her smooth brown skin, her curves. He climbed aboard the plane, feeling a strange mixture of anticipation and longing.The flight attendant, a young and ambitious woman, approached him with a knowing smile.“Hello, Mr. Kuznetsov,” she purred. “Is there anything I can do for you?” Dmitry felt a flash of annoyance. He didn’t need her flirting now, not when all he could think about was Abeni.He glared at her. “Yeah,” he growled. “You c
Dance with the Devil Chapter 8: Price for Disrespect
Dmitry entered the dimly lit room, his eyes scanning the shadowy figures seated at the long table. A cool breeze brushed against his skin, carrying with it the unmistakable scent of expensive cigars and lavish perfumes. He took his seat at the head of the table, his posture exuding power and confidence. As he waited for the meeting to begin, he looked around, seeing the scared looks on the faces of the men he was about to make business deals with. Dmitry knew that he was feared, respected and even loved by his men. But he also knew that he was their leader, their boss, and that they would do anything for him. It was a delicate balance that he had to maintain. One by one, the men at the table introduced themselves and their companies, outlining their proposals and investment opportunities. Dmitry listened intently, his gaze steady and unwavering. He knew that each deal was important, not just for their individual companies, but for the overall strength of his orga
Latest chapter
- Dance with the Devil Chapter 80: Epilogue: Cherished Memories
- Dance with the Devil Chapter 79: Gifts of Love
- Dance with the Devil Chapter 78: Laughter and Love
- Dance with the Devil Chapter 77: Possessive Protection
- Dance with the Devil Chapter 76: Secrets and Lies
- Dance with the Devil Chapter 75: Wedding Fever
- Dance with the Devil Chapter 74: A Day Apart
- Dance with the Devil Chapter 73: A Night to Remember
- Dance with the Devil Chapter 72: Dancing Under the Stars
