Novels by Mus Story

Every time Ashton heard a soft groan escape Avery’s lips, his heart seemed to stop beating. He stood in the corner of the room, watching a nurse replace Avery’s IV bag with trembling hands. The man who could usually control millions of dollars with a single signature now felt like dust, powerless in the face of the pain endured by the woman he loved most.Doctor Harris pulled Ashton out of the room, his face showing exhaustion equal to the worry he carried.“Mr. Knight, I have to tell you once again. Her condition isn’t improving as quickly as we hoped,” the doctor said in a low tone. “Continuing this pregnancy with recurring complications is extremely risky. If a major complication occurs, the choice will no longer be about the fetus, but the mother’s life. If her blood pressure spikes again or severe bleeding occurs, we could lose them both.”Ashton shut his eyes tightly. The words “lose them both” echoed in his head like a death bell. He had just regained his memory. He had just re

Outside the procedure room, Ashton paced endlessly. Lucy and Sarah sat in the waiting chairs, their faces filled with anxiety. Every minute felt like an hour. Every sound from inside the room made their hearts pound violently. Ashton blamed himself. If only he had not lost his memory, if only he had been by Avery’s side during the past two months, perhaps none of this would have happened.After what felt like an eternity, Doctor Harris emerged from the procedure room. His face looked serious, and there was even a hint of despair there.“Doctor! How is Avery? How is our baby?” Ashton immediately approached, his voice hoarse and filled with fear.Doctor Harris let out a long breath. “Miss Avery is stable for now. We managed to stop the contractions. However…” The doctor paused, looking at Ashton with a gaze that implied bad news. “The fetal heartbeat is weak, Mr. Knight. And based on the ultrasound examination, the fetus is not developing as it should. We detected signs of severe intrau

After a heated argument with Doctor Harris and Lucy’s intervention, Ashton was finally allowed into Avery’s treatment room. The conditions were strict: only five minutes, and he must not cause any disturbance.Ashton stepped into the dim room. The soft beeping of the heart monitor machine was the only sound. On the bed, Avery looked so small and fragile. Her once radiant face was now pale, her cheekbones prominent, and dark circles framed her tightly closed eyes.Avery’s breathing sounded deep and heavy; occasionally she whimpered in her sleep, as if even in dreams she was still chased by pain. An IV line was connected to the back of her hand, which now looked extremely thin.Ashton sat on the chair beside the bed. He could not hold back his tears when he saw Avery’s belly, now beginning to slightly swell beneath the thin blanket. There was a life he had forgotten. There was proof of their love that had nearly been destroyed by Carol Bennet’s selfishness.“Ave…” he whispered very soft

Ashton Knight stood upright in the middle of the room. He no longer looked like the dazed man who stared at the world with empty eyes. His sharp gaze now glimmered with returning intelligence, yet behind it lay a wound so deep. He remembered everything. He remembered how he had looked at Avery coldly in the hospital.He remembered how he had been influenced to call the woman he loved the most “a stranger seeking profit.” And he remembered how he had allowed Carol Bennet to poison his mind over the past two months.“Bastard,” he whispered softly. His voice was hoarse, heavy with anger toward himself.Downstairs, the atmosphere was far more chaotic. Carol Bennet stood in front of the large living room window, her hand gripping the handle of a porcelain teacup until her knuckles turned white. Her usually perfectly composed face now appeared cracked by blazing fury.After being driven away yesterday, she decided to return to see Ashton without the slightest sense of shame or guilt. In fro

That night, in the quiet villa of Carol Bennet, Ashton lay on his bed. The headache from his encounter with Adelia earlier still lingered faintly, yet unease continued to haunt him. He tried to sleep, but his mind refused to rest. Something whispered, something urgent, telling him that there was an important part of himself he needed to find.When he finally fell asleep, the nightmare came again. This time clearer, more terrifying, like a documentary film he was watching firsthand.He was inside a helicopter. The roaring sound of the blades was deafening. Beside him sat a woman. Her hair was long, her face filled with anxiety, yet her eyes looked at him with deep love. Ashton tried to reach for her hand. The soft scent of her perfume, a mixture of rose and vanilla, felt incredibly familiar.Suddenly, a violent jolt struck. The helicopter lurched. The window glass shattered, and roaring wind rushed in with a deafening noise. There were screams, panic. And just before the fatal impact,

In the quiet hospital room, Avery lay with her eyes closed, her body feeling so weak as if all her energy had been completely drained. The IV line was still attached to the back of her hand, becoming her only connection to life.The cold air from the air conditioner intensified the piercing sense of loneliness. Beside the bed, her phone vibrated softly. Avery reached for it with trembling hands. An unknown number appeared on the screen, but she recognized the area code from a correctional facility. Oliver.Avery’s breath caught. She did not know what she should feel. Sadness? Surprise? Or exhaustion because the past seemed unwilling to let her go? After a moment of hesitation, she decided to answer it.“Hello?” Avery’s voice sounded hoarse and weak, barely audible.“Avery? It’s me, Oliver.” Oliver’s voice sounded slightly rough, yet there was sincere concern within it. “I heard about Ashton. The helicopter accident in Dubai, right? The news reached here and became a topic of discussio

The silence that followed after Liliana left felt suffocating. The door closed with a soft click, leaving Sebastian and Delilah alone in the room.Sebastian didn’t move. He remained standing where he was, his eyes fixed on the door through which Liliana had just disappeared, as if he could still see the woman’s back retreating from view.Unable to bear it any longer, Delilah was the first to break the silence. She tried hard to sound gentle and casual, yet what slipped from her lips was nothing but a veiled jab.“Hm. She’s exactly like your mother described.”At last, Sebastian tore his gaze away from the door and turned to Delilah. All the warmth and patience that had been visible earlier vanished from his face, replaced by a cold, impatient expression.“What do you want, Delilah?” he asked flatly, without emotion. It wasn’t a question that should have been spoken by a lover to his partner. Instead, it sounded like the voice of a CEO whose time was being wasted.Delilah’s once-bright

The next morning, Liliana walked through the glass doors of the Grandland Holdings headquarters with an aura of arctic serenity. She had slept soundly for the first time since their initial meeting, fueled by adrenaline and a renewed sense of purpose. She no longer felt like prey. She was a hunter, and she was surveying enemy territory.She had just placed her bag on the table of the temporary conference room allocated to her when the intercom buzzed.“Ms. Dawnson,” Clara’s perpetually nervous voice crackled. “Mr. Blackwood would like to see you in his office. Now.”Liliana sighed. She had expected at least a few hours of peace to work before the next confrontation. Clearly, Sebastian had no intention of granting her that luxury. Grabbing her tablet, she braced herself for another battle over lobby blueprints or budget projections.She entered Sebastian’s office without knocking. She would not give him the satisfaction of seeing her hesitate. He was standing at the window, as usual, h

The minimalist calm of Liliana’s office felt like a violation. She sat behind her sleek, white desk, staring blankly at a complex lighting schematic on her monitor, but she saw none of it.Her mind was a chaotic storm of Prada suits and poisoned words. The encounter with Eleanor, followed by the tense, charged confrontation with Sebastian, had ripped open scars she had foolishly believed were healed.She had spent five years meticulously building a fortress around her heart, brick by painful brick. In the space of a single afternoon, Eleanor had strolled up to the gates with a battering ram, and Sebastian had simply walked through the breach.Her hand trembled as she reached for her phone. Her finger hovered over her lawyer’s number. Breach of contract. So what? The thought was a wild, desperate scream in her mind. I’ll pay the penalty. I’ll declare bankruptcy. I’ll start over again, in a different city, a different country. Anywhere but here. Anywhere but near them.The financial rui

The moment the heavy glass door of Sebastian’s office closed, sealing them inside his silent, minimalist fortress, the thin veneer of civility between mother and son evaporated. Delilah had been dispatched with a dismissive wave and a promise to "discuss fabrics later," leaving the two predators alone.“Are you out of your mind?” Eleanor began, her voice not loud, but low and venomous. She walked to the center of the room, her Prada suit a slash of severe color against the muted greys of the office. “Bringing her back into this? Into our lives?”Sebastian remained behind his vast, empty desk, a deliberate barrier between them. He slowly sat down, a king returning to his throne, and steepled his fingers. “She is a contractor, Mother. The best in her field. This is a billion-dollar project. I required the best.”“The best?” Eleanor laughed, a short, sharp sound devoid of humor. “There are a dozen event planners in this city who are just as competent. Delilah’s own cousin runs a very suc

Liliana was in her element. She moved through the pre-event chaos with a serene, unshakable authority, a clipboard held like a royal scepter.“No,” she said calmly to a flustered lighting technician. “The uplighting on the west columns should be a soft champagne, not that ghastly yellow. We’re creating an atmosphere of timeless elegance, not a crime scene.”“And you,” she said, turning to a catering manager, “the canapés will be served on silver trays, not wood. This is a billion-dollar launch, not a rustic barn wedding. Please correct it.”Her team moved around her with a quiet, focused energy. They worshipped her. She was demanding, yes, but she was also brilliant, and she never asked for anything she couldn't do herself. For the first time in days, since Sebastian had re-entered her life, she felt completely in control. This was her kingdom.“Impressive.”The low, familiar voice behind her sent a jolt straight through her. She didn't have to turn. She could feel his presence, a mag

The restaurant was Sebastian’s choice, of course. A discreet, obscenely expensive, and dimly lit place called 'The Foxy Room,' where each table was hidden away in a private alcove shrouded by thick velvet curtains. It wasn't a venue for a business meeting. It was a venue for affairs and secrets. His power play was clear and arrogant. He would create a stage of intimacy, and she would have to perform on it.Liliana arrived at eight o'clock sharp, dressed in a simple but powerful black dress that radiated a cool professionalism. She found him already waiting, not rising, just watching her as she approached.“Ms. Dawnson,” he said, his voice as smooth as velvet. “Punctual. I’ve always admired your efficiency.”“I’m paid to be efficient, Mr. Blackwood,” Liliana replied, sliding into the booth, keeping as much distance as the cramped space would allow.A waiter appeared noiselessly. “Your usual wine, Mr. Blackwood?”Sebastian didn’t take his eyes off Liliana, a glint in his gaze in the can