LOGINMoza remained seated in the waiting area, her mind spinning in absolute chaos. Suddenly, the heavy door swung open from the inside. A woman clad in a bold red blazer and a black pencil skirt that hit mid-thigh stepped out.From her polished appearance, Moza deduced that this woman must be Chelsea. Her long hair was secured in a low, flawless chignon, accentuating the elegant curve of her neckline.Trailing a step behind Chelsea was a young man maneuvering an iPad—highly likely her private assistant.Moza couldn't help but think that Chelsea was a perfect match for Dastan. Stunning, confident, and clearly hailing from an equivalent high-society circle. This was precisely the caliber of woman the Limantara family would embrace.The moment Karen spotted Chelsea, she rose immediately and offered a respectful bow. "Madam Chelsea, are you all finished? Allow me to escort you out.""Yes, thank you," Chelsea replied shortly.The beautiful woman flicked a brief glance toward Moza. Moza returne
Rezon swiftly gripped Elzen’s arm, rebuking him in a hushed tone. His eyes flashed a sharp warning."Elzen, watch your mouth," he hissed, glancing toward two maids mopping the floor at the end of the corridor. "If the staff overhears, they will take it seriously."Elzen merely smirked, unbothered. "I'm just stating facts, Brother," he countered just as loudly, pointing at a rigid Moza. "We both know Brother Dastan never invites women to his office, unless—""Moza is now Brother Dastan’s personal maid. That is what you don't know," Rezon interrupted. He raised his voice slightly, glaring at Elzen with absolute authority.Before Elzen could protest or question further, Rezon gripped his arm tighter. "Come on, let's pick up Abigail. You can tell her all about your flight. She's been dying to hear it."Half-forcing him, Rezon guided Elzen away, who was still trying to look back at Moza. "Just you wait, there's definitely more than a boss-employee dynamic going on here!" Elzen’s protests g
When Moza returned inside the mansion, she discovered Kageo still lingering near the dining table. However, his complexion appeared significantly paler, and his frame swayed subtly as if he were off-balance.The moment his eyes locked onto Moza, the young man extended his arm toward her. "Moza, please assist me upstairs for a moment," Kageo requested, proffering his hand."Do not worry; I have absolutely no intention of bringing up yesterday's matter. You don't need to feel awkward around me."Observing Kageo’s fragile state, a wave of profound sympathy softened Moza’s heart.Though her internal defenses remained high, she ultimately linked her hand through Kageo’s arm and carefully guided him up the grand staircase.Moza meticulously synchronized her pace to match his slow, halting strides. Upon arriving at the threshold of Kageo's private quarters, Moza turned the doorknob to open it for him.However, before stepping inside, Kageo came to an abrupt halt and stared down at Moza with
The following morning, Moza awoke long before the sun broke the horizon. She refreshed herself with a warm bath, then dedicated her full attention to managing Abigail.With immense patience, Moza assisted the little girl with her bath, dressed her in her school uniform, and brushed her long hair into a neat ponytail. Every careful touch upon Abigail was a deliberate effort by Moza to banish the haunting memories of her actions the previous night.This time, Moza didn't dare set foot near Dastan’s master suite. For some reason, a heavy pang of guilt weighed on her heart for having covertly harvested the man's hair strands. It felt as though she had stolen a priceless asset from someone who had just placed a massive amount of trust in her.Once Abigail was ready, Moza hurried downstairs to the kitchen. Moving with practiced agility, she prepared a plate of nugget fried rice and an omelette—Abigail’s favorites. She also crafted a premium sandwich and a fresh fruit salad for Dastan’s brea
Dastan’s words instantly reignited Moza’s deep unease. A cold shiver of anxiety raced along the entire length of her spine.She had no way of knowing what else this man intended to extract from her. Was she truly expected to surrender everything to Dastan Limantara tonight?No, she wouldn't. No matter how desperate her circumstances became, she refused to sell her body to a man. She could not afford to deviate from her core purpose.Trapped in a suffocating dilemma, Moza resolved to dismantle Dastan’s defenses using a timeless counter-strategy: she would weaponize her own vulnerability.By projecting a fragile, helpless stance, she could flatter his ego and disarm his dominance before he could force her to her knees.Based on her understanding, an arrogant tyrant like Dastan would feel an innate satisfaction if 'his woman' displayed a profound need for his absolute protection and mercy.Gathering every shred of her remaining courage, Moza took a step forward. Her slightly trembling ar
Confronted by that agonizing choice, Moza resolved to salvage whatever remained of her dignity. Yielding voluntarily felt a fraction more dignified than being stripped by brute force.At the very least, she maintained a desperate shred of control over her own body.In a low, raspy whisper, she answered him. "I... I will take it off myself."Moza shifted a step away, creating a fragile, illusory chasm between herself and Dastan. With her back still turned toward him, she could feel his unblinking gaze drilling into her skin.It was as if his eyes had completely undressed her long before the fabric could even fall.Slowly, Moza leaned down and slipped out of her high heels. The dull thud of the shoes hitting the floor resonated like a gavel marking the official commencement of her surrender.Now, with the bare soles of her feet directly absorbing the icy chill of the floor, Moza felt progressively fragile. Her breath hitched in her throat as her fingers reached for the zipper at her bac
With long strides, Thalia led Moza away from the foyer. They arrived at the back kitchen which was equipped with advanced stainless steel appliances, high-tech ovens, and two young maids busy chopping vegetables."This is Moza. She is an applicant. She will be preparing the soup and pudding for Ma
After the call with Reva ended, Moza did not waste a single second. Once she handed Kayden over to her aunt’s care, she retreated to her room and opened her laptop. Her fingers flew across the keys even as her heart hammered against her ribs.She filled out the application form Reva had sent with
A four-year-old boy came running into the house with his school uniform slightly rumpled from a long day of play. His thick black hair was a messy nest atop his head and his face beamed with pure joy.Moza immediately knelt to open her arms and welcome Kayden’s warm embrace. The boy leaped into h
Yohan gripped Moza’s hand as he led her into the luxurious resort suite. In the center of the room stood a grand king-sized bed draped in sheer white silk. The curtains fluttered softly because of the salty breeze drifting in from the balcony. "We’re finally here, Moza," Yohan whispered. His vo







