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
