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

Abeni felt a hand trail down her face, coming to rest on her jaw. “You’re awake,” Dmitry murmured. “Good morning, my love.” His voice was still thick with sleep, but there was an undeniable heat to it that sent shivers down her spine. She opened her eyes, taking in his dark hair tousled from sleep, his green eyes half-lidded and smoldering. “Good morning,” she breathed, her heart racing. “You slept well?”He nodded, the movement pulling her closer to him. “I did,” he admitted, his fingers moving to cradle her cheek. “And I want to thank you for taking care of me yesterday when I came back home drunk” His thumb traced circles on her skin, making her heart race. “You were so gentle and understanding with me.” She could feel the heat coming off his body, his breath fanning across her face.She swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his gaze. “It’s okay, Dmitry.”

Abeni was asleep in her room, when there was a knock on her door. She opened her eyes, feeling a bit disoriented. The events of last night were still fresh in her mind, but she tried to push them aside. She told whoever was outside to come in, expecting one of Dmitry's men, but it was one of the staff members who entered her room.  "Good morning, Miss Abeni. Breakfast is served. I've prepared it in your dining room." The staff member bowed slightly and gestured for her to follow. As they walked down the hall, Abeni couldn't help but notice that everyone seemed to be moving around with extra care, almost as if they were trying not to wake someone up. That's when she realized that Dmitry was still asleep. When they reached the dining room, Abeni was surprised to find that there was no one else there. The staff member placed her plate on the empty seat. "Mr. Kuznetsov's sleeping, so he won't be able to join you for breakfast." She said softly. Abeni

Camillie chose her wedding dress and the bridesmaids dress. After they paid for the dresses, they decided to go to a nearby restaurant to celebrate. As they were waiting for their food, Abeni's phone buzzed with a message from Dmitry. She glanced at it quickly, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. Her friends noticed her smile and began to question her about it. "Hey, what's got you so smiley over there?" Elena asked, nudging Abeni playfully. "Come on, spill the beans!" Abeni tried to play it cool, but she could tell that her friends were not going to let it go. "Well...," she started, hesitating. "It's nothing really. Just... I got a nice message from Dmirty." The girls exchanged knowing looks. "What?" Abeni demanded, feeling a blush creeping up her cheeks. "Isn't he your boss? Aren't you his assistant?" asked Camillie, trying to tease her. "Nothing going on there, is there?" Naledi rolled her eyes. "Oh, come on, you two. Spill it." She reached

Dmitry stared at Victor and Natalia, who were standing in front of him. Abeni could sense the tension in the room as she held Dmitry's arm tightly. Olga sat in the armchair watching silently. "Victor... You do realize that you are in love with my sister, don't you?" Dmitry asked, his voice cold and cutting through the air. Victor swallowed hard, unable to meet Dmitry's intense gaze. "Yes, I-I love her, Boss," he stammered. "How much do you love her, Victor?" Dmitry's question was like a blade pressing against his skin. Victor hesitated, his heart racing. "I-I'd do anything for her, Boss. I'd protect her with my life." "Wy do you love her?" asked Dmitry, his voice low and menacing. Victor glanced at Natalia, her beautiful face filled with tears. He took a deep breath before answering. "Boss, she's kind, she's smart, and she's the most beautiful woman I've ever met. She makes me feel like I can be a better man, like I can be stronger for her. I