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S2 | 1 | Gathering Storm

Author: Laisha Gardner
last update publish date: 2026-06-05 10:44:14

The library window trembles against the approaching storm, a faint vibration I feel through the cushioned window seat. I curl my legs closer to my chest, one arm wrapped around them while my other hand absently traces the intricate patterns on the velvet upholstery. My eyes are fixed on the darkening sky beyond the glass, watching angry clouds gather on the horizon.

There’s a storm coming. A big one.

A cool draft seeps through the window frame, raising goosebumps on my arms. I shiver, pulling t
Laisha Gardner

This is the first chapter of Season (Book) 2.

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  • I Am Mustafin   | 9 | Where Shadows Meet

    I stand before Efrem’s office door, my hand poised to knock. The polished wood seems to mock me, a physical representation of the woman I’ve become and the one I used to be.When did I start second-guessing every move, every word?I’m acutely aware of Tavin’s presence behind me, and though his silent watch should be comforting, I can’t help the anxiety bubbling inside me. To my right, Konstantin stands guard outside Efrem’s door, his posture rigid and attentive. Their presence only seems to add an extra layer of pressure to this moment.Should I be the one to approach him first?I’m not entirely lost from an objective perspective here. My mistake was genuine, born out of misunderstanding rather than malice. Efrem, on the other hand… His frustration had gotten the better of him. Where he should’ve been patient and guiding, he was cruel and unkind.I sigh, the sound seeming to echo in the hallway. Before I can talk myself out of it, I rap my knuckles against the door, the sound feeble e

  • I Am Mustafin   | 8 | A Question of Faith

    The warm, bubbling water of the hot tub envelops me, its gentle jets massaging away the physical tension in my muscles. If only it could do the same for the knots in my mind. I lean my back against the edge, closing my eyes as I replay last night’s events for what feels like the hundredth time.Efrem’s anger, the way he yelled at me, so raw and intense, still echoes in my ears. He’d never blown up like that before, not since I’ve known him.Is this what being a Ringleader’s wife truly means?…Walking on eggshells, constantly second-guessing every decision?I sigh deeply, the sound almost lost in the bubbling of the water. I know it’s time to face the day, no matter how much I’d like to hide away in here forever. I open my eyes, blinking away the drops of water that cling to my lashes.“Tavin,” I call out, my voice sounding smaller than usual in the cavernous gym. “I’m coming out now. You can turn around.”I watch as he obediently turns his back to me, his movements deliberate. Though

  • I Am Mustafin   | 7 | A Choice Unmade

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  • I Am Mustafin   | 5 | The General's Welcome

    The gentle hum of the SUV’s engine vibrates through the leather seat as Alek drives us down the winding road ahead. I’m nestled in the back beside Efrem, Tavin maintaining his vigilant watch from the passenger seat.My eyes are drawn to the window, mesmerized by the approaching sunset. The sky is a canvas of deep oranges and soft pinks that blend seamlessly into the approaching twilight. It’s beautiful, yet melancholic—a fitting backdrop given the circumstances.We’re on our way to Dimitri’s home, to a party of some sort that Efrem didn’t bother to give me details over—as per usual. The thought of the evening ahead weighs heavy, pressing down on me in a mix of anticipation and anxiety that makes my heart flutter frantically in my chest.I inhale deeply, trying to calm my nerves, the air carrying the scent of Efrem’s cologne. The new dress he bought me for tonight hugs my curves in ways I’m not used to, the fabric soft against my skin. It’s a deep burgundy, the color of rich wine, and

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    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

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  • I 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

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  • I 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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