All Chapters of I Am Mustafin: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Deonta’e and I stand on the terrace under the afternoon sun, overlooking the garden. Below us, Alaki and Amara walk leisurely along the stone path, their heads bent close in conversation. Amara’s hand rests protectively on her rounded stomach, her pregnancy now impossible to disguise at six months. Beside her, Alaki moves with a grace that belies the changes happening within her body—changes only visible to those who know to look for them.I watch as they pause near the rose bushes, Amara laughing at something Alaki has said. Even from this distance, I can see how Alaki’s entire being seems to lighten in Amara’s presence. A genuine smile plays at her lips—a rare sight these past weeks. In her arms, she cradles Everette, adjusting him with an ease that makes something in my chest tighten uncomfortably.“Your wife has taken to motherhood quite naturally,” Deonta’e says, his voice tinged with that careful neutrality he maintains during our more delicate conversations.My jaw tightens inv

Content Advisory: This chapter includes references to Stockholm Syndrome, mental health crises, pregnancy termination, and sadistic tendencies. The earlier conversation with Deonta’e’s echoes in my mind as I enter our bedroom, expecting to find Alaki already preparing for bed. Instead, I’m greeted by emptiness—the covers still perfectly made, her absence conspicuous in the quiet space. The only sign of life is the thin strip of light visible beneath the bathroom door, accompanied by the faint splashing sound of water.I loosen my tie, my mind still replaying the conversation on the terrace.Some legacies are worth the risk.The sentiment hangs in my thoughts, persistent despite my attempts to dismiss it as well-meaning but ultimately naive. In Deonta’e’s position, perhaps I would feel the same—clinging to any possibility of preserving his sister’s bloodline, any chance to right the wrongs of the past.But I am not in his position.The weight of the Mustafin Ring rests on my shoulders

The silence in my study hangs heavy as I survey the men standing before me. Seven soldiers I trust with my life—with her life. Each one handpicked, each one proven through years of loyalty.For the most part.“Tomorrow’s security arrangements are non-negotiable,” I say, voice measured as I tap the detailed plans laid across my desk. “The celebration is merely theater—a distraction. Our real concern is what follows.”I look at each of them in turn, ensuring my words land with appropriate weight. Isaak stands with perfect military posture, his expression betraying nothing of our shared blood. Beside him, Tavin’s face remains the carefully constructed blank slate I’ve engineered, while Konstantin and Matvey flank him with the quiet confidence of men who understand exactly what’s at stake. Stefan, Alek, and Ivan complete the circle, their attention focused.“I’ll have additional men patrolling the grounds,” I continue, “but you seven remain with Alaki at all times. She doesn’t so much as

⊰ Alaki ⊱Relax. Try to relax. Everything will be okay.I stand before the mirror, examining every angle of the navy gown. The draping conceals the compression bandage beneath, though at the cost of comfortable breathing.It’s necessary. It’s this or… death.Five months of pregnancy hidden beneath layers of fabric and careful design—a secret that if all goes well, need only survive one more night.“Ready?” Efrem asks, his reflection appearing behind mine.I meet his eyes in the mirror, both of us knowing the stakes of this last performance. The performance that will determine everything. “Yes.”As he steps closer, his hand lifts the familiar necklace from the vanity—the familiar collar. Since the night I tried to tear it off, since the night I broke, I thought my days of wearing it were over.It’s just until the end of the call. To keep me safe.Without a word, he fastens it around my neck. The lock clicks shut—only he can remove it. As subtle as it is, I’m hyperaware of the tracker h

⊰ Alaki ⊱My body shifts slightly as the car moves, each mile taking me further from everything I know. I clench the navy blue fabric between my fingers, my evening gown—once a carefully crafted disguise—now feels like a mockery. The fabric still bears the faint stain of Tavin’s blood where Matvey’s hands held me back, the memory as fresh as if it happened moments ago.I watch the world change outside the window. Mustafin architecture with its bold reds and golds giving way to the softer palette of Wen territory—sleek buildings of white, blue, and silver.Across from me, Kane sits in perfect stillness, his eyes never leaving my face. He hasn’t spoken since we left Efrem’s estate, content to observe me like a scientist monitoring a particularly interesting experiment. The silence between us stretches, heavy with implications neither of us needs to voice.Is it really over? It can’t be…… Efrem, Everette… I’ll never see them again. And…My heart skips at the subtle movements within me—