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 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

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

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

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