Dance with the Devil のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

"Ah, I see you've met Aleksandr." Dmitry said, his voice cold and menacing. "Aleksandr, I think you should apologize to my woman for being so forward." Aleksandr's face turned red with anger, but he knew better than to challenge Dmitry. He muttered something under his breath and turned away, disappearing into the crowd. Dmitry took Abeni's hand and led her to the other side of the room, away from prying ears. "Are you alright?" he asked, his voice gentle but firm. Abeni nodded, trying to steady her breath. "I'm sorry about that," Dmitry continued. "I shouldn't have left your side. It won't happen again." She looked up at him, her eyes filled with gratitude. "It's okay," she said softly. "I understand." They stood there for a moment, just looking at each other, the tension between them palpable. Then, without warning, Dmitry leaned in and kissed her passionately. The kiss was long and deep, sending a wave of desire through Abeni's body. When they finally pulled apart,

Over the next few days, they got accustomed to the new house, Dmitry was currently in the process of finding a new house but they weren't in any rush. They spent most of their time in each other's company. Dmitry had given her a driver and bodyguards, but she rarely used them, preferring to walk or ride in the car with him. Abeni and Dmitry were in bed, sleeping soundly when there was a soft knock on the door. Abeni stirred from her sleep, her eyes fluttering open. She glanced over at Dmitry, who was still sleeping soundly, and then looked around the room, trying to orient herself. The knock on the door sounded again, this time louder. She sat up in bed, her heart racing slightly, and then reached for the robe that was draped over the chair near the bed. As she slipped it on, she glanced at Dmitry, wondering if she should wake him. In the end, she decided not to; she would investigate the source of the knocking herself. As she walked through the spacious bedroom,

A few days passed since Emily and David had come to stay with them. They were all in the living room watching tv, when there was a knock on the door. The staff quickly went to open the door and in walked a tall, well-dressed man with an air of authority about him and Eve, Dmitry's cousin. They walked into the living room. "Daddy!" shouted Emily as she ran towards the tall man. "Mommy!" David echoed, following his sister's lead. The man, presumably Emily and David's father, knelt down and scooped them up into his arms, his face beaming with joy. Eve, Dmitry's cousin, watched the reunion with a smile. She had come to collect her children, now that their mother had been well enough to take care of them again. "Thank you so much for you help!" Eve gushed, her voice filled with emotion. "We could never have made it through this without you." Dmitry smiled warmly, shrugging off her gratitude. "It was our pleasure," he assured her. "The kids had a great time, and we enjoyed

The next morning, they awoke to the sound of the waves crashing against the shore. After a leisurely breakfast in their room, they set out to explore more of Barcelona. They visited the Sagrada Familia, awe-struck by the intricate detail and beauty of the cathedral. They also spent a day at the beach, soaking up the sun and enjoying each other's company. In the evening, they dined at a Michelin-starred restaurant, where they sampled some of the finest Catalan cuisine. The food was exquisite, and the ambiance was perfect for their romantic interlude. The third day of their trip was spent touring the Gothic Quarter, marveling at the ancient architecture and rich history of the city. They also visited Park Güell, where they strolled through the whimsical gardens and admired the colourful mosaics designed by Antoni Gaudí. That night, they attended a flamenco show at a local theatre, where they danced and clapped along to the passionate music. Afterward, they shared a private dan

It had been a few days since Abeni and Dmitry came back from their trip in Spain Barcelona, and Abeni was in the living room admiring her engagement ring that Dmitry had given her. The ring was a flawless, oval-shaped diamond encrusted in platinum, a testament to his immense wealth and love for her. She had never seen anything so beautiful, and as she ran her fingers over the smooth surface, she couldn't help but feel a shiver of anticipation course through her veins. Just then, the sound of footsteps echoed through the hallway, and Abeni's heart skipped a beat. She knew those steps, those long, powerful strides belonged to Dmitry. He entered the living room, his dark eyes assessing her before fixing on the ring. A slow, smile curved his lips. "You like it?" he purred. "It's perfect," she breathed, unable to tear her gaze away from him. Dmitry walked over to her, hugging her from behind, his strong arms wrapping around her waist. "I love you," he whispered into her e