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| 30 | Three Words Unanswered

مؤلف: Laisha Gardner
last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-06-10 11:20:13

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. N
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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   | 16 | Cold Embrace

    I'm so tired…so so tired.A soft groan emits from the back of my throat, my eyelids too heavy for me to lift them fully. I can hear the sound of Efrem's voice at a distance, but I can't make out what he's saying. I feel my body shift as though I'm being carried into someone

    last updateآخر تحديث : 2026-03-19

  • I Am Mustafin   | 15 | Breaking Point

    I feel sick. A knot turns in the pit of my stomach, my lungs drawing a shaky breath. “I—”“Does Efrem know that you're here?” Ciana raises an eyebrow, her arms crossed just beneath her breasts as she takes a single step closer to me.I take three times as many steps back, my hands trembling just sl

    last updateآخر تحديث : 2026-03-18

  • I Am Mustafin   | 12 | The Master's Pawn

    My breath catches in my lungs, my gaze quickly falling away as I realize I've been staring directly at a superior—a sign of disrespect.“Hello Haden,” Efrem's voice is stern, and my eyes snap up to look at him as he moves further away from me until he is standing behind his desk again.“Efrem,” Had

    last updateآخر تحديث : 2026-03-17

  • I Am Mustafin   | 13 | A Forbidden Request

    I sit at the dining room table, my eyes fixed on the bowl of oatmeal and fruit before me. The placement mat beneath it feels foreign, a reminder that this isn't my home. I'm trying to be patient, waiting for Efrem to join me—as he always does at meal time—but this time, when I walked into the dinin

    last updateآخر تحديث : 2026-03-17
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