Mag-log inWhile Moza was still reeling from her own conflicting emotions, a deep voice resonated from the doorway.
"Abi, do not go around calling strangers your mother." Every head in the room turned in unison. Standing at the door was a man wearing a white shirt with sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He stood about 185 centimeters tall with a sturdy posture, broad shoulders, and long, elegant fingers. His face was perfectly symmetrical, anchored by a pair of pitch-black eyes. His expression was cold, yet a flicker of tenderness appeared when he looked at Abigail. Moza recognized him immediately as Rezon Limantara, the second son of the family. He was a neurosurgeon and the head of Limantara Medical, a man whose name frequently graced international medical journals as "The Silent Healer." When Rezon saw Abigail clinging to Moza’s waist, his thick brows knitted together sharply. "Abi, let go," he said flatly, his voice quiet yet sharp enough for everyone to hear. Abigail looked at her uncle with a pout but finally chose to release her grip. By reflex, Moza took a step back. For a split second, her eyes locked with Rezon’s dark gaze. For some reason, Moza felt as though his stare could pierce right through her, like two souls that had once touched in a dream. That fateful night, even though her eyes had been covered, she had perceived everything through touch, sound, and scent. She remembered the warm breath, the deep sighs, and the gravelly voice of the man who had claimed her body. That voice bore a haunting resemblance to Rezon’s low bass. However, Moza quickly brushed the thought aside. She could not afford to be reckless or jump to conclusions. After all, she had yet to meet Dastan, the primary heir to the Limantara throne, or the youngest brother, Kageo. "Do not assume every woman who enters this mansion is your future mother, Abi. Your father will be angry," Rezon warned his niece. At the mention of her father, Abigail puckered her lips. "But this lady is pretty! She’s perfect to be my mommy! Besides, I’ve seen her face before in a painting belonging to..." Before she could finish her sentence, Rezon pressed his forefinger against Abigail’s lips with a swift motion. Moza silently noted his overly cautious reaction. It was as if Abigail were about to leak a secret that had to remain buried. "Enough. Just show your drawing to Grandpa Markus." Abigail let out a dramatic sigh and ran toward Master Markus’s bed. She held up a drawing of a mermaid with fiery red hair soaring over blue waves. Master Markus chuckled softly, his eyes brightening. "Well, that is wonderful! It seems you inherited Kageo’s talent for painting." After receiving praise from her great-grandfather, Abigail spun around and jogged back toward Moza. "What is your name, Pretty Lady? Are you going to live here?" Moza bowed slightly before answering the little girl. "You can call me Moza. I will be living here in the mansion to cook and clean." "Yes!" Abigail jumped up and down. "That means I can see you every day! Tonight, you have to read me a bedtime story." Before Moza could respond, Thalia took Abigail’s hand with a firm grip. "Little Miss, let us go change your clothes with Lena first." Without giving Abigail a chance to protest, Thalia handed the girl over to her nanny who was waiting at the door. Meanwhile, Rezon walked closer to Master Markus’s bed. His gaze turned gentle, filled with professional concern. "How are you feeling today, Grandpa? Would you like me to examine you?" "There is no need," Master Markus replied with a wave of his hand, pointing toward the soup bowl. "I feel more energized after eating the soup Moza made. Try it, Rezon." Rezon stared at the bowl for a few seconds with a flat expression. Moza could see the hesitation in his eyes, as if he were reluctant to taste it but felt compelled to please his grandfather. Using a silver spoon, Rezon finally took a small sip. His eyes narrowed and his thick brows rose slightly, but he remained silent. As if sensing the atmosphere, Thalia moved forward and bowed respectfully to Master Markus. "If the Grandmaster permits, I will take Moza to the servants' quarters so she can put away her things. I will also instruct her on the rules and etiquette of the mansion." Master Markus nodded. "Very well. Clear these dishes. Remind Moza to clean my room every morning at seven sharp." "I understand, Sir." With a sharp look and a nod, Thalia signaled for Moza to take the tray. Without delay, Moza approached the folding table to gather the remains of the meal. However, as she reached for the edge of the tray, her hand suddenly brushed against Rezon’s firm skin. The contact felt warm, like a bolt of electricity shooting down her spine. Spontaneously, Moza pulled her hand back. She nearly dropped the tray, but Rezon caught it with lightning-fast reflexes. Before Moza’s shock could fade, Rezon suddenly took the remaining pomegranate pudding from the tray. He examined it for a moment before turning his gaze toward Moza. "Make a pudding like this for Kageo and deliver it to his room. Pomegranate is excellent for the immune system." Moza nodded, but her mind was spinning. This first order from Rezon had granted her the chance to meet Kageo Limantara, the most mysterious master among the five brothers.During the journey, Moza sat in absolute silence in the back seat. Her heart was still hammering from her confrontation with Dastan in the conference room.Furthermore, the platinum black card resting in her hand only added to her mental burden. She flipped the card over, catching a glimpse of Dastan Limantara's name elegantly engraved on it. It felt precisely like holding an instrument of absolute authority—one loaded with immense risk."Mr. Nata, where can we source aviation scale models and photography gear?" Moza inquired.Mr. Nata glanced at the rearview mirror. "For photography gear, I know the exact place. There is a shop named 'Retro Lens' in the southern district. However, for aviation models, I am not quite certain.""In that case, please drop me off at Retro Lens first, Mr. Nata," Moza resolved.Half an hour later, the vehicle pulled up in front of a shop specializing in modern and antique cameras. Glass-encased shelves showcased various models, ranging from the most advanc
Dastan’s piercing gaze left Moza absolutely zero room to maneuver a lie. Trapped within her mounting anxiety, she was forced to firmly shake her head."Kay is not my ex-husband's name," Moza murmured, straining with every fiber of her being to keep her cadence perfectly stable."Then who exactly is he? It is logistically impossible for you to repeatedly mutter a specific name without a compelling reason," Dastan interrogated, pressing closer until his hot breath brushed the sensitive skin of her face.Cornered by the suffocating pressure and absolute panic, Moza rapidly engineered the most airtight, convincing falsehood she could muster. "He... he is my nephew!"Dastan’s eyelids widened to maximum capacity upon intercepting her claim. He repeated her words before letting out a dark, cynical scoff. "Your nephew? Do you presume you can fool me that easily, Moza?""It is the absolute truth, Young Master. I do possess a nephew currently residing in Sarima. I adore him profoundly, precisel
Dastan closely scrutinized the sudden paleness washing over Moza's features, a clear sign that his question was far from easy to answer. Moza felt her breath catch in her throat.She was trapped in a fierce dilemma: should she be honest about Kayden's existence or spin another lie?Fortunately, a sharp knock at the door abruptly cut the conversation short, shifting Dastan’s locked attention away from her."Come in," Dastan commanded, his tone instantly reverting to its typical authoritative register.Moza drew in a deep breath as the suffocating tension in her chest suddenly loosened. She felt quietly grateful when she saw Karen step into the room."Mr. Dastan, the delegates from the Central University have arrived. They are waiting in Conference Room One."Hearing his secretary's update, Dastan immediately closed his folders. "We will head over, Karen. Please arrange refreshments for them first.""Understood, sir."Once Karen vacated the room, Dastan fixed his gaze back on Moza, who
Moza 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
After leaving Master Markus’s room, Moza followed Thalia’s swift, decisive steps.As they walked toward the servants' wing, simple chandeliers cast a dim, amber glow every ten meters. The floor beneath them shifted from opulent marble to utilitarian gray tiles, and the surrounding high walls were p
"I will keep those secrets as long as they do not violate the law or harm innocent people. To me, loyalty is the pride of a servant."Upon hearing Moza’s answer, Elbara sat back in his chair with a calm expression. Now it was Elzen’s turn to move. The man leaned casually against the edge of the d
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







