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| 28 | A Wife's Role
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2026-06-10 11:19:09
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I Am Mustafin | 30 | Three Words Unanswered
Steam rises from the perfectly arranged food I can’t bring myself to eat, my fork pushing a piece of asparagus in endless circles around my plate. The motion is methodical, almost hypnotic—anything to avoid looking up, to avoid seeing the careful distance in Efrem’s eyes.I hadn’t expected to be here. Not until Tavin appeared at the bedroom door ten minutes ago to inform me that Efrem would be expecting me for dinner. It felt like a summons, a command wrapped in the pretense of an invitation. Now, surrounded by the watchful eyes of Tavin, Ivan, and Konstantin, I feel like an actress who’s forgotten her lines, trapped in a performance I never rehearsed.My fingers tighten around my fork, the mental cool against my suddenly clammy skin.When was the last time we were alone together?The memory of his office flashes through my mind—his hands in my hair, his lips desperate against mine. Since then, it’s ben nothing but carefully orchestrated absences. Him slipping into bed long after I’ve
I Am Mustafin | 29 | A Monster's Heart
The flash drive feels impossibly heavy in my palm. I’ve been standing here for what feels like hours, though the ornate clock on Efrem’s wall tells me it’s been mere minutes since Kane left. My fingers trace the edge of the small device, my mind at war with itself, conflicted.Just do it.But I hesitate. There’s something about the way Efrem left it here—so deliberately visible, so carefully placed. Like every other test he’s given me, this one carries weight I can’t measure.It’s now or never.With a shaky breath, I round his desk and sink into his chair. The leather is still warm from his presence, and something about that makes my heart ache. I lean forward, sliding the drive into his laptop with trembling fingers. The screen flickers to life, showing a single video file.The meeting. Their meeting.The file opens to show the Ringleaders’ conference in Kane’s mansion. My stomach turns at the sight of that familiar table where I sat just yesterday. But now the seats are filled with
I Am Mustafin | 28 | A Wife's Role
I’ve never been one for makeup at home. Yet here I sit at my vanity, staring at bruises that have darkened overnight into deep purples and blues. The concealer feels heavy in my hand, foreign—like so many things in this life.Last night, Efrem slipped into bed well past midnight and was gone before dawn, leaving nothing but cold sheets and lingering cologne. Our usual dance when things go wrong: avoid, pretend, move on.Although, I suppose I can’t be upset about it. I asked for time and space, and true to form, he’s giving me exactly what I requested.Sometimes I wonder if he does this to punish me or to punish himself.My fingers trace the edge of the makeup bag, remembering how Efrem’s fingers dug into my skin—the fear of not knowing what he’d do next. Now here I am, covering it up so that I don’t feel so ashamed walking around my own home.I keep thinking back to what he said—his offer of allowing me to go back to my old room. And I can’t help but wonder…Is that what he wants? Wou
I Am Mustafin | 27 | Beautiful Cage
After a long and silent car ride back, I’m relieved to be standing in our home, in our bedroom, changing into something more comfortable, though it’s barely mid-afternoon. The silk of my dress whispers against my skin as it falls on the floor, replaced by soft cotton that feels like armor against the world. I have no intentions of leaving this bedroom again tonight—the weight of the day, combined with the ghost of last night’s fear, leaves me craving nothing but solitude.I move to the bathroom next, and I begin the careful process of removing my makeup. The foundation comes away slowly, revealing patches of purple and blue beneath. Each gentle touch around my jaw reminds me of his fingers there—first in anger, then in careful avoidance. And as I shift my wrist, my hand finishing its work, the bruises peek out from beneath the diamond watch he gave me to hide them.How long will these take to heal?As I study my reflection in the mirror, Amara’s voice echoes in my mind: “They’re viole
I Am Mustafin | 26 | Strings of Control
Tavin and Ivan’s footsteps echo behind me as one of Kane’s soldiers guides us through the mansion’s winding halls. The rhythm is familiar, almost comforting—a cadence I’ve grown used to over these past months. But there’s a tension in the air, thick enough to choke on. Neither of them has said a word since collecting me from the spa, but I caught the way they exchanged glances when I stepped out into the hall with them.We pass door after door, each one identical, until finally stopping before a set of heavy wooden double doors. Another pair of guards I don’t recognize stand at attention, their faces impassive as they asses us.“This is as far as you go,” the one leading us says to Tavin and Ivan, his voice carrying the weight of authority that comes from serving Kane directly.My heart stutters in my chest as I glance back at Tavin. But his face remains neutral, though I catch the slight tightening around his eyes—the only sign of his concern he allows himself to show.The doors swin
I Am Mustafin | 25 | Beneath Pretty Things
Each click of my heels against the marble feels like a countdown. The spa room stretches before me, all gleaming surfaces and soft lighting. My eyes flicker from the hot tub’s steam rising in lazy curls to the women sitting on the pedicure chairs.Just do what you always do. Speak only when spoken to. I try to prepare myself as I near them, feeling the tips of my fingers tingle at my nerves.Sophia barely glances up from her magazine, perfectly manicured nails turning pages with indifference. Christana offers a polite nod, her eyes carefully avoiding mine as if she can sense my discomfort. But Nana… Nana watches me with that calculating gaze that seems to see right through me.Just then, a young woman in a crisp white uniform appears at my elbow. “Right this way, Mrs. Mustafin.”The title still sounds foreign here, drawing a subtle shift in Sophia’s posture. I sink into the offered chair, hyperaware of every movement. The attendant kneels to prepare the footbath, steam rising as she
I Am Mustafin | 33 | A Calculated Power Play
I'm speechless.The woman staring back at me in the mirror is a stranger. Classic acrylic white French tips make my hands unrecognizable, and the lovely fragrance behind my ears seems to overpower my natural scent entirely. Between the makeup highlighting my features and the beautiful baby
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2026-04-05I Am Mustafin | 31 | A Fragile Promise
For someone who feels shame as acutely as I do, this may very well be the worst thing that could have happened to me. I made a fool of myself, and now I can't bring myself to look Efrem in the eye.The events of that day, a month ago, play on an endless loop in my mind.Despite the
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2026-04-03I Am Mustafin | 30 | Righteous Punishment
Thunder cracks overhead, a fitting backdrop to the storm warring inside me. I perch precariously on the balcony railing, my legs dangling over the edge. Raindrops cling to my skin like broken promises, each one a cold reminder of my reality.I am wrong.The thought echoes through my mind, a mantra
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2026-04-02I Am Mustafin | 29 | A Fine Line
My eyes flutter open as I inhale deeply, the comfort and warmth of the bed still embracing me. I shift to my back, turning to find the other side of the bed empty.He's gone?I sit up, briefly scanning the room before averting my gaze to the bottom of the closed bathroom door. The light is off. I'm
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