The millionaire took advantage of his maid, and after she gave birth to his child, he cast her out onto the street

The wind, like a heavenly shepherd, pushed the dark clouds across the sky, and the air suddenly smelled of rain.

In the yard, on an insignificant bench next to a flower bed, a young girl sat with her eyes closed, quietly crying.

It seemed that the approaching rain did not scare her at all, and she was so immersed in her own suffering that she did not notice anything around her.

The first large drops of rain had already fallen on the asphalt, a sign that a storm would break out in a few minutes.

The residents of the surrounding blocks hurried to get home to avoid being caught in the bad weather.

No one noticed the lonely, crying girl, except for the cleaning lady, Klavdiya Nikitichna, who simply could not pass by her.

“Hey, my dear… Why are you crying? The rain is about to start, and you’re sitting under the open sky… Did something happen?” she asked, touching the stranger’s sleeve.

“Something happened, auntie…” the girl said through her tears, looking timidly at the cleaning lady.

“Well, tears won’t help you in your pain… Especially now, when the rain is starting… Come with me to the storeroom, and you can tell me everything there,” Klavdiya Nikitichna said, leading the crying girl to the basement where she had a small room set up for storing equipment.

Once they arrived, the cleaning lady first put the kettle on the electric stove and seated her guest in an old chair in the corner.

At that moment, a real storm broke out outside, with thunder and lightning cutting through the sky.

Meanwhile, the change of scenery was beneficial for the girl, who had stopped crying and was looking gratefully at Klavdiya Nikitichna.

“Well, my dear… Tell me, what happened and who hurt you?” the woman asked, pouring a cup of hot tea for her guest.

The girl sighed deeply, wiped her nose, and began to tell her story.

It turned out that the stranger’s name was Dasha, and she had come from a distant, forgotten village in the Siberian taiga.

Darya was an orphan who had recently buried her grandfather, the only family she had.

In search of a better life, she had moved to the city, where she found a job at a food base as a warehouse worker.

After working for a whole month, she eagerly awaited her salary, but, as she would find out, her cunning employers had cheated the provincial orphan, blaming her for a large stock discrepancy.

Thus, the unscrupulous businessmen intended to use the unfortunate girl, who had not been paid, to work for them for free.

After managing to escape from this trap, Dasha left without knowing what to do next.

Klavdiya Nikitichna, without saying a word, patiently listened to her guest, only occasionally shaking her head in disappointment at human malice.

Then, after a short cough, she said:

“Well, my dear, such things happen… But don’t worry, maybe I can help you with something…

My daughter works at an agency… She hires staff for hotels and the homes of wealthy people… Everything is fair and transparent… If you want to work, everything else will be arranged.

So, do you want me to give you a good recommendation?”

Dasha’s eyes lit up when she heard such a good offer for her:

“Of course, Aunt Klav! I have a lot of desire… Especially since we have to live for something!”

“Well, then it’s settled. You will stay with me tonight, and tomorrow you will go for an interview. In your situation, this is a favorable option, Dashenka,” Klavdiya Nikitichna replied, smiling encouragingly at her guest.

That day, they talked late into the evening, feeling an increasing sympathy for each other.

Aunt Klava, as she promised, called her daughter and explained the situation.

The next morning, Dasha had already received the address of the house where she would soon work as a maid.

The house was located in a luxury villa area, where each building was more beautiful than the other.

At first, Dasha had the impression that she had entered a fairy tale city, where kings and queens lived in beautiful castles.

But when she found the address she was looking for, she was simply stunned by everything she saw.

The villa of her future employers was so large that it stood out even among the palaces of other wealthy citizens of the settlement.

The owners of the house, Adelina Vasilyevna and her son, German Viktorovich, welcomed Dasha warmly.

Their requirements were quite reasonable, so both the employee and the employers were generally satisfied with each other.

But, in particular, Dasha caught German’s attention, who from the very first day of their acquaintance began to show her all kinds of attentions, literally undressing her with his gaze.

Darya did not understand the young master’s gaze, because at that moment, preparations for a wedding were in full swing in the house, and judging by Adelina Vasilyevna’s opinion, the bride came from a very wealthy and influential family.

“Why would he want me… An orphan, a poor girl…” Dasha thought, embarrassed by German’s lewd looks.

The girl did not know that her master’s passion was for girls, whose hearts he tore apart with shocking regularity.

Adelina Vasilyevna turned a blind eye to her son’s whims, believing that a young man needed interaction with the opposite sex to gain experience.

In relation to German, Dasha behaved ostentatiously cold and polite, trying not to stand out and not draw attention to herself.

Unfortunately, however, her looks did not give the young master peace, and one evening, after being discouraged, he decided to go all the way.

Dasha had just finished her work around the house and was preparing to go to sleep in the servants’ quarters.

But German, who had been lurking in the kitchen, grabbed her by the hand and literally dragged her into one of the many guest rooms.

The young scoundrel was drunk and could no longer restrain his desires.

“German Viktorovich, what are you doing? What do you want from me? I will scream now…” Dasha objected timidly.

“Scream as much as you want… You will scream, and tomorrow you will be out on the street. And I will write such a report to the agency that they won’t even hire you as a cleaning lady in a barracks,” German said, without a shred of shame.

No matter how much Dasha tried to resist the bold master, she could not succeed. She liked the job, and German proved to be very convincing. The girl cried, begged on her knees, but the rich son did not yield until he got what he wanted.

“Why, German Viktorovich? Aren’t you getting married?” Dasha asked through tears after everything had happened.

“Of course, I’m not getting married… What an idea… And so what? Just keep working and be quiet. And I will give you a bonus,” the major replied, breathing a sigh of relief.

Dasha felt so disgusted that she wanted to give up and leave wherever her steps would take her.

“But where will I go? Who will want me, an orphan with not a penny in my pocket? And I can’t disappoint Adelina Nikitichna’s daughter… After all, she recommended me when they hired me without work experience and references,” Dasha thought, crying and wiping her bitter tears from her face.

Determined that her encounter with German would be unique, the girl stayed and endured the humiliation.

It is worth mentioning that after everything that had happened, the master behaved as if nothing had happened, throwing evaluative glances at the maid.

It is said that time heals, and Dasha had no other choice, so she chose to forget the incident, wiping the unpleasant episode from her memory.

Soon, thoughts of the events of that fateful night became irrelevant as the day of the wedding approached, and even German, who was usually unflappable, felt an inner anxiety related to this event.

The wedding ceremony and the three days of celebration were organized with great pomp and were covered by reporters from numerous local newspapers.

After German’s wedding, Dasha sighed with relief, thinking that now everything was over and that the master would no longer bother her.

Partially, this turned out to be true. German, pretending to be a loving husband in front of his influential wife, no longer looked at Dasha at all.

But Dasha did not get to enjoy this for long.

One morning, she experienced a slight nausea and discomfort, which, continuing for several days, accompanied her constantly.

Trying to chase away her anxious thoughts, Dasha took a pregnancy test, and its results shocked her so much that she was left speechless for a moment.

“Oh God… I’m pregnant… What do I do now?… What a shame… What will people say? I got pregnant by a rich man for money… what a maid,” Dasha thought, crying and burying her face in the pillow.

Not knowing what to do next, Dasha told German everything, whose guilt for what had happened was undeniable.

“Well, you’re really giving me news, especially after the wedding… Do you want to ruin my life?

Fine, don’t cry anymore, stupid. At least you came to me right away. I’ll call a doctor I know and schedule you for an abortion,” German said, recovering from the initial shock.

It’s a sin, German Viktorovich… How can you do this?” Dasha tried to protest, but the major, pushing her aside, didn’t even want to listen to anything else.

When the master left, the girl covered her face with her hands and cried out loud, lamenting her unfair life.

But no matter how much Darya wanted to keep the child, on the appointed day, she was already standing in front of the clinic door, where, after a while, her pregnancy was to be terminated.

The girl tried twice to overcome her embarrassment and fear and step inside the medical facility, but each time something held her back.

The third time, she turned around and, with her head down, left.

Raised by her grandfather in Christian traditions, Dasha could not commit such an atrocity and deprive her unborn child of life.

Remembering the promise she made to the master, the girl took her phone out of her bag and called the wealthy major.

“German Viktorovich, I’m sorry… Do what you want, I couldn’t,” Dasha whispered…

“Well, she couldn’t… You women only know how to open your legs… But when it comes to payment, you all hide in the bushes… Fine, wait, I’m coming,” German said irritably and hung up.

Dasha waited for him, sitting on a bench near the clinic.

German arrived about twenty minutes later and handed her the keys to a rented apartment and a bag of food.

“Here, take this… You’re no longer a maid. Your belly will soon be visible, and everything will become clear. Live in the apartment and don’t show your face outside. You will give birth, and then we will figure it out…”

Dasha, blushing to the roots of her hair, timidly took the keys and the food.

“Well, that’s it… Don’t look for me, I will find you,” the major said as a farewell and, getting into the car, left in an unknown direction.

Dasha felt disgusted and sick, but there was no other way out. The girl, who had grown up without parents, could not even imagine depriving a child of life.

So she preferred the shame and the future condemnation of her sin.

“It’s okay… I will give birth and then… I will return to my distant village and raise my son or daughter,” Dasha thought, trying to find justification for herself.

Time passed, and throughout her entire pregnancy, German, as promised, visited the former maid, bringing food and everything necessary.

Of course, his visits seemed to Dasha like a miserable help, with which the major tried to atone for his guilt.

The frequent absences of the son raised suspicions in Adelina Vasilyevna, who decided to ask him directly about everything.

Of course, the woman expected to hear anything but this.

“German, are you an idiot, brainless? Christina’s father will destroy you… Understand, we are fleas against him… There, money and connections are involved that we don’t even stand close to…

So, while there is still time, take care of the girl…”

You did it, now learn to clean up after yourself… Next time, you will think a hundred times before jumping on the first maid you meet,” Adelina Vasilyevna said angrily and, slamming the door, went to her office.

Meanwhile, German, holding his head in his hands, began to think painfully about what to do next.

“Fine, let her give birth… And then we will see. Anyway, she is now under observation in the maternity ward,” German thought, satisfied with such a wise decision.

The major believed that the situation was under control, and when, a few days later, a happy Dasha called him to announce the birth of twins, he already knew what he had to do.

The babies were born healthy, little strong bundles, and to Dasha’s joy, they did not keep her in the maternity ward for long, sending her home after a week.

The happiness of the young mother knew no bounds when she moved into the rented apartment, holding Nastenka and Kiryusha in her arms.

Of course, she did not see any particular joy in German’s eyes, but during her pregnancy, Dasha had gotten so used to his sad expression that she preferred not to pay attention to it.

But, as it turned out, Dasha was deeply mistaken, underestimating German’s cunning.

One evening, he arrived happily, holding a cake. Pretending to be a caring father, he put Kiryusha and Nastenka to bed and then sat down in the kitchen to drink tea with Dasha.

But the girl had not even drunk half a cup when she suddenly felt a severe weakness and dizziness.

Fainting, she noticed how German hid a small bottle in his pocket.

Dasha woke up a few hours later in an unknown place. Her head hurt terribly, and her vision was doubled.

Gathering her thoughts, the girl realized that she had been transported, tied up in the back seat of an unknown car.

“Where am I going? Where am I?” she asked weakly.

“Shut up, you wretch… Look, she’s awake… Don’t get agitated, we’ll get there soon,” someone growled from the passenger seat of the car.

Hearing this, Dasha fell back into oblivion and woke up in a hut that resembled a ranger’s or a forester’s home.

Dasha realized this by the simple camping equipment and the multitude of various medicinal plants drying above the stove.

The atmosphere in her grandfather’s ranger hut, Trofim Petrovich, was almost exactly like this one, just larger in size.

Dasha’s hands were tied with rope, and her mouth was taped shut.

Listening to the conversation from behind the wall, Darya could barely distinguish fragments of phrases:

“What a pity for her… Maybe we won’t drown her?” one of her kidnappers growled.

“But we were paid, Fed… She gave birth to twins for a rich guy, and they decided to get rid of her,” her partner replied with a ridiculous falsehood.

Shocked by such news, Dasha looked around, trying to find a way out of the situation.

Suddenly, her gaze fell on a window, through which a thicket of forest could be seen.

Realizing that this was her only chance to escape, Dasha carefully turned the latch and threw the window open.

Most likely, her kidnappers did not expect such a scenario, believing that a city girl would not know how to open the ingenious latches of rural houses.

But Dasha had grown up in the village and had been taught all the wisdom of the forest by her grandfather Trofim since childhood.

Therefore, when the kidnappers entered the hut, deciding to finally drown her, the brave girl had already disappeared long ago.

Dasha ran, pushed through thickets of juniper and wild rose.

Of course, moving with her hands tied was more difficult, but she had not run even a kilometer when she came across a young bearded man with a dog on a forest path…

Frightened, Dasha screamed and pressed her back against the trunk of a tree.

“Don’t be afraid… Trezor won’t bite… He’s a hunting breed, not a fighting one,” the man said quietly, adjusting his cracked-brimmed hat.

“Please help me… There are bandits… They kidnapped me and wanted to kill me… All because of my small children,” Dasha pleaded, extending her tied hands towards the man in protective clothing.

The stranger, who turned out to be a local ranger, quickly freed the fugitive from her bindings and, without saying much, took a walkie-talkie out of his pocket and contacted the local police officer.

Describing the situation, he gave the approximate coordinates of the kidnappers’ location.

To Dasha’s surprise, the local authorities reacted quickly, and soon a rescue helicopter was flying over the forest.

“Let’s go to the ranger’s cabin… I’ll make you some tea… You’re not yourself at all… My sister just came to visit… I wasn’t going to go on patrol today, but Trezor insisted… He probably sensed that we would meet you,” the ranger said with a smile, patting the dog on the back.

Feeling sympathy for this big, strong guy, Dasha willingly followed him.

In the ranger’s cabin, it was bright and cozy.

“Oh, Andryusha… Who is this with you? Are you engaged to her?” asked a girl who stood in the doorway. At first glance, her urban education and the boldness of a big city dweller were evident.

“No, she’s just a girl… Well… She has problems… And I helped her… Just pour some tea first… and then you can start with your questions,” the boy replied, embarrassed.

While calming down with a cup of fragrant linden tea, Dasha told her entire story from beginning to end, just as it happened, without omissions or exaggerations.

All this time, the ranger’s sister, Polina, listened attentively to the girl’s story, occasionally jotting down a few notes with a pencil in a small notebook.

Answering the unspoken question in Dasha’s eyes, Polina smiled and took a journalist’s notebook out of her pocket.

“I came here to my brother, into the wilderness… To cover the topic of poaching and corruption in the local areas… But your story will be much more important, so don’t worry… I won’t leave this case unresolved, and everyone will find out about it,” the journalist said confidently.

“What a scoundrel this rich guy turned out to be… He thought to get rid of the mother of his own children… I would carry them in my arms, and he, you see, came up with this…” Andrey said angrily, feeling deep sympathy for Dasha.

Soon, the local police officer called the ranger via walkie-talkie and reported that the kidnappers had been detained and were giving complete testimonies.

“Well, soon it will be this major’s turn… And if it doesn’t reach him, then Polinka with her article will help… She is known in all the publications… and for such a strong story, they will go all the way,” Andrey said, trying to calm Dasha, who was agitated.

It must be said that the young ranger was right.

Polina’s article was published two days later and caused a real sensation, not only among the public but also among the highest circles of power and law enforcement.

Thanks to the testimonies of the detained kidnappers and Dasha’s story, German was arrested.

Due to the high visibility, the investigation progressed rapidly, and soon the wealthy major was given a guilty verdict, which stipulated that he would spend several years in a colony.

Darya took Kiryusha and Nastenka from the rented apartment, rejoicing that German had not managed to harm the children.

Adelina Vasilyevna, burned with shame, offered her former maid her help, but Darya refused.

The girl decided to leave the city, which had been so cruel to her, and settle in the village with ranger Andrey.

The boy had a difficult past and already had experience in tragic relationships when his wife and daughter died in a car accident.

Therefore, learning about the misfortune that had befallen Dasha and her children, Andrey welcomed them warmly into his house, inherited from his parents.

Of course, initially, Andrey and Darya lived under the same roof as friends… But over time, as often happens in life, their friendship turned into a deeper love, filling their hearts with strong feelings.

Sister Polina, who had a gift for understanding people, approved of her brother’s choice and joyfully played with her two nephews.

With a mysterious smile, Dasha and Andrey hinted that this was not the limit and were already thinking about a third child, who would undoubtedly add an even greater portion of happiness to their strong family life.