Novels by Mus Story

The white sand along the Hamptons shoreline shimmered like a stretch of diamonds beneath the softening afternoon sunlight, now turning golden. The sea breeze blew gently, carrying the pure scent of salt and the fragrance of white lilies that filled every corner of the private wooden pier.The rhythmic sound of crashing waves became a natural accompaniment, creating an atmosphere far more sacred than any building in Manhattan. Today, the universe itself seemed to hold its breath to witness a promise born from the remnants of a storm that had nearly destroyed everything.Avery stepped out of the bridal car with extreme care. The premium silk white gown she had chosen now wrapped perfectly around her body, leaving comfortable space for her beautifully rounded belly. As her feet touched the white carpet stretching toward the altar, her eyes swept across the surroundings. Her breath caught in her throat.In the very front row of guest seats, precisely on the side reserved for the bride’s f

Three days remained before the sacred vows would be spoken on the shores of the Hamptons. In a study lit only by the dim glow of a desk lamp, Ashton once again pressed the call button on his satellite phone. His fingers tapped rapidly against the desk surface, revealing extraordinary restlessness.The result remained the same. The operator’s flat voice informed him that the number he was trying to reach was out of signal range. Ashton growled, tossing the device onto a pile of documents. He had been trying for hours, yet the whereabouts of Marcus and his mother, Lucy, remained a great mystery deep within the African continent.Sarah entered the room with sluggish steps, her eyes showing the same exhaustion. “Still nothing, Ashton?” she asked softly.Ashton leaned back, massaging the bridge of his nose that throbbed painfully. “Total silence, Sarah. I don’t know what’s happening over there. That flight clearance should’ve been finalized yesterday.”“Maybe they’re already in the air and

The crashing waves along the Hamptons shoreline sounded far calmer and more rhythmic compared to the bustling city they had just left behind. As their feet touched the soft white sand, Avery took a deep breath, letting the pure scent of the sea fill her lungs.In front of her stood a magnificent modern colonial-style villa with direct access to the beachfront. A sturdy wooden pier stretched out toward the ocean, adorned with white lilies that were being artistically arranged.Avery froze in place. Her eyes traced every corner of the location, shimmering with unmistakable admiration. The smile that had faded over the past few weeks now bloomed perfectly across her face, a soft blush coloring her cheeks.“You were right, Sarah. This is so much more beautiful than the place yesterday. Oh my God, I absolutely love it,” Avery whispered emotionally. Her fingers brushed along the texture of the wooden pier, which felt solid beneath her touch. “It feels like this place has a much calmer energ

Avery sat leaning against a pile of soft pillows, her fingers absentmindedly flipping through the pages of a fashion magazine without truly reading it. The bedroom door creaked softly, revealing Sarah stepping inside with a cheerful stride that looked slightly forced. In her hands was a tray filled with fresh fruit and a glass of warm milk.“Ave, I’ve got exciting news for you!” Sarah exclaimed as she set her tablet on the bedside table.Avery looked up, a faint smile coloring her lips. “What news, Sarah? You look really excited.”Sarah sat at the edge of the bed, her eyes sparkling though a trace of unease hid behind her smile. “It’s about your wedding venue. We found a new location that’s way better in the Hamptons. The coastline is beautiful, more private, and Debbie has arranged everything to match the theme you wanted. It’s almost completely ready!”Avery frowned slightly. She placed the magazine gently onto the blanket. “A new location? But why move, Sarah?”Sarah fell silent in

“What problem? Just say it, Marcus. Don’t beat around the bush,” Ashton replied, his fingers gripping the edge of his desk until his knuckles turned white. His heart pounded in an uneven rhythm as he waited for the next words from his trusted man.“Mrs. Knight has been under pressure from the local authorities in the area where her foundation operates. They suddenly demanded an absurdly large licensing fee if the foundation wanted to continue operating,” Marcus explained over the phone. His voice sounded heavy, accompanied by faint background noise. “Because Madam flatly refused the extortion, she was placed under house arrest for the past two days.”Ashton’s blood boiled instantly. His jaw tightened, the muscles in his neck standing out sharply. “House arrest? They dared to lay a hand on my mother? I swear, I won’t let them get away with this,” he whispered coldly.“Calm down, Ashton. Zeb and I are already with her now. We had a pretty tough negotiation with the officials here. After

Ashton stood frozen in the middle of his spacious office. His empty gaze was fixed on the tablet displaying photos of the devastation at their wedding venue. The once-sturdy wooden pier had collapsed, silk fabrics were torn apart, and the altar that was meant to witness their sacred vows was now nothing more than a pile of charred remains. At the same time, worry about Lucy who’s still unreachable in Africa, continued to coil tightly around his thoughts.He pressed a hand against his forehead, squeezing his eyes shut. The weight on his shoulders felt unbearably heavy, as if the world itself were conspiring to destroy his happiness. He had only just managed to pull Avery back from the brink of depression, and now another storm had arrived to threaten everything again.The office door opened. Sarah walked in, her face weary after spending the entire night accompanying Avery. The moment she saw Ashton’s tense expression, she knew something was wrong.“Ashton, what’s going on? Another pro

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