All Chapters of I Am Mustafin: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

The estate is quiet, subdued, as though the very walls understand that something has shifted. Staff members move through the corridors silently, their eyes dropping when they encounter mine. This kind of silence… it isn’t respectful; it’s cautious. They’re waiting to see how their master responds to public humiliation.I make my way directly to my study, the tablet containing Alaki’s location clenched tightly in my hand. The blue dot hasn’t moved since I last checked—still stationary within the Wen complex, still beyond my immediate reach.Still mine, despite Kane’s possession of her.Konstantin waits in my office, standing rigid and at attention near my desk. His posture is perfect, as per usual, but there’s something else—a tension that speaks of burden rather than mere discipline. He’s been waiting for me, and from the set of his shoulders, I know this isn’t a routine security briefing.“Master Efrem,” he greets formally as I enter, closing the door behind me.I move to my desk, se

The formal summons feels heavier than it should in my hands as the car approaches the Wen headquarters. Emergency Ringleader call—those words alone would be concerning enough, but Kane calling it in his own territory sets every instinct on high alert.“Something’s wrong,” Matvey says quietly from the seat beside me, his eyes scanning the increased security presence as we pass through the gates.I fold the summons carefully, sliding it into my jacket pocket. “Kane doesn’t make moves without deliberation. Whatever this is, he’s been planning it.”My confidence wavers for just a moment—a brief flicker of doubt about the system modifications I made to Alaki’s blood work. But I force it down, remembering how I checked them just last night. Every alteration was still in place, undetectable through normal channels. The hack was sophisticated, embedded deep enough that only someone with my level of access could find it.Kane may be clever, but he’s not me.The car comes to a stop, and I step

Content Advisory: This chapter contains revelations of disturbing family dynamics. Reader discretion is advised.The nursery is bathed in the pale light of dawn, shadows stretching across walls painted in soft yellows and whites. I stand beside Everette’s bassinet, watching the steady rise and fall of his tiny chest. His face is peaceful in sleep, unmarked by the violence that brought him into this world or the chaos that has consumed it since.I should feel something looking at him. Protection, perhaps. Affection. The instinctive bond that supposedly forms between a man and the child he’s claimed as his own.Instead, I feel nothing.The realization settles cold in my chest. Without Alaki, even this—this innocent life I swore to protect—feels hollow. Like everything else in this house, Everette exists in the shadow of her absence. I claimed him because she loved him, elevated him because she needed him. But now, with her gone...Do I care about any of this anymore?The question haunts

The conference room has never felt more like a battlefield than it does this morning.I settle into my chair at the head of the polished table, gaze flickering across five manila folders aligned before me. Each bears a name written by my own hand—a deliberate touch that ensures no one mistakes who controls this meeting.Even when Kane called for it.This time, however, it is on my turf.My suit is immaculate, my tie perfectly knotted. The whiskey from last night has burned off, leaving only cold clarity and the kind of focus a man has when holding his enemy’s heart in his hands.Within minutes, the others file in, tension hanging off their shoulders.Viktor enters with his usual steady confidence, though I catch the way his eyes assess the room—cataloging exits, noting the extra security I’ve added. Deonta’e follows, face neutral despite what I suspect is significant internal conflict.Haden arrives next, clearly unsettled, his gaze flicking from one corner to another as if expecting

I lean back in my seat, chin tucked between my fingers as the car winds through roads that leads to Haden’s territory. Each mile reminds me of the distance between me and Alaki. My mind churns with strategies, contingencies, the delicate dance of power that has consumed me since Kane took her.Just a little longer, little Bea.But even as I plan for her return, new threats simmer beneath the surface. Haden’s summons carries the stench of a trap, a ploy to exploit the chaos Kane and I have created. I suspect his end game—forcing my hand, making me trade Nana for some fleeting advantage in the endless game we play.He underestimates my resolve. I’d watch the world burn before I bargain with what’s mine.I’ve fortified my defenses, doubled the guards, prepared for any attempt to breach the walls that protect my leverage. Konstantin’s forces stand ready, an unbreakable line between Kane and the prize he seeks. Let Haden distract me with politics; I’m keeping my eyes on the queen.When we