Anya's business was going very smoothly. She hired a few people to help her since the number of clients was growing. She hired a secretary named Jessie as well as an assistant named Helen.
Jessie was a fresh graduate and a charming young girl. She was enthusiastic about her secretarial work, even though the studio was just a starting business. At the same time, Helen was also a young girl assisting and doing minor jobs for the studio for now. Anya was thankful for these additional people in her humble but growing studio.
Ever since that day when Anya met Damon's son, she can't take the child out of her mind. Damon was also continuously sending her gifts and, sometimes, visiting her. He always offered if she wanted to meet his son again, but Anya always kindly refused, because she didn't like the kid.
But she felt she might steal him away if she fell in love deeply the baby boy.
She had a strange feeling in her heart that reminded her of her son. But she always brushed it off. What are the odds that she would meet her son again? Even though she missed and wanted him so much, Anya accepted that she was no longer worthy of being his mother. She would be ashamed and brokenhearted when she met him, and it would hurt more, yearning for him so much, but she knew she could not have him.
But despite thinking these, she had some silent dreams and hopes in her heart. Even from far away, she could get a tiny glimpse of him.
Every time she would be reminded of these, Anya would be dazed in the middle of the day and the standard of work. She would then be shaken awake from her stupor after a moment.
Stop thinking about it!
She would then and would go back to concentrate on her work again.
Anya's studio just closed a big project. They worked so hard with projects and now got an even more important deal. She was elated, and so were her assistants. Anya then decided they needed to celebrate tonight. She invited the two for a meal at a nearby restaurant.
They chatted and talked about their project on the way. When they nearly arrived at the restaurant, someone suddenly parked abruptly in front of them. The three women immediately backed away and were shocked by the abrupt vehicle.
They were about to complain when the person inside the car went out. It was Andrei.
Anya froze in her place as she saw the half-drunken man marching towards her.
"What are you doing here?" Anya asked rigidly, but Andrei did not answer and just grabbed her arm and dragged her to the car.
"Andrei! Let me go!" Anya struggled. Her assistants were at a loss and tried to follow them.
"Mind your business! This is between couples," He scolded the assistants. The two were shocked. Did they not know that Anya was already married?
When Anya heard this, her anger flared.
"What nonsense are you talking about?! Let me go!" Anya angrily brushed off his hands, but the man was strong. The next moment she knew it, she was already inside the car. The car drove at high speed, leaving only dust from the engine, and the two assistants stood there in anxiousness.
Andrei parked in a hotel. The kind of hotel where dirty business took place. Anya only felt fear and anxiety at this time.
"Andrei, what is the meaning of this?! Where are you taking me?!" She struggled as he pulled her out of the car. Andrei only pulled her harshly toward the entrance. The receptionist and staff of the hotel saw this, but no one moved, as this was a regular occurrence in the hotel.
Celebrities who are taken here to use their body for a favor, director, investors, and business magnate come here to offer promises in exchange for the innocence and taste of young and beautiful women.
Anya became even more frustrated. She tried to grab something in her bag as a weapon but was successfully shoved inside a room by Andrei.
Anya collided with the cold floor. She turned to face the devilish man as she backed away.
"No, don't do this.." She whispered as she saw the man slowly stripping.
"Sweetheart, what's wrong? It has been so long since we made love," Andrei said like an animal drunk from loss, with his eyes hazy as they roamed through Anya's body.
Anya abruptly stood up and ran to escape when she was caught and pushed to the bed by Andrei. He immediately toward her.
"You're not giving me a chance now that you are playing your little family with that bastard, huh? Was it fun?" He said as he crazily pinned her hands on the bed and aggressively kissed her neck.
"No!! What are you talking about?! Andrei, stop this!" Anya struggled.
Andrei felt all of the woman slap and kick, and he quickly became angry.
"Stop, stop! All you know to say to me is stop! You have the guts to meet with your bastard son, then give me children! Don't mind that brat; I could give you a child as many as possible, okay?" Andrei angrily exclaimed as he shook her. Anya stared at Andrei with wide eyes. What did he say?
"What do you mean? Son?" She asked, at a loss.
"Don't play stupid with me. You met your surrogacy son from Castellano, right?! Huh! You did it for me, right? Now you don't need him anymore; I can give you a child too, sweetheart," Andrei said with a sickening smile.
But all Anya heard was the former part. Her surrogacy son? Castellano? Was the boy she met her son?
Anya trembled with the revelation. She remembered the look on the child's face; he looked like Damon but had striking blue eyes, just like hers. She also remembered her feelings when she first saw him, those feelings, the kind of blood rushing through her veins telling her something. It was him; it was her son.
These things that she deemed foolish were true; those eyes were hers. And feelings never lie; a mother's instinct is always right.
That was her baby!
Andrei saw the expression on Anya's face and became even more excited.
"Let's make a baby now, sweetheart. I will give you a baby," he said with a lunatic voice and then crazily kissed her.
Anya was awoken from her daze by a disgusting kiss. She pushed Andrei hard and turned her head to the side. Andrei did not expect it, so he was gone back. He became angry again as he roughly buried his face in Anya's neck.
Anya struggled so hard she could hardly breathe. She kicked and flung her arms, but it was futile.
No!
Disgust filled her being. And fear shook her to the core. No! I don't want this!
She cried.
Somebody, please make this stop!