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The Grandmaster’s Prayer

Author: Risca Amelia
last update publish date: 2026-04-27 23:01:53

Refusing to dwell on Lira’s words any longer, Moza retreated into the bathroom. After bolting the door, she stripped off her pajamas and began scrubbing them along with her uniform.

She rubbed the fabric vigorously with soapy water, as if trying to wash away the emotional stains that still lingered from the night before.

Once finished, she rinsed her body with cold water. Though the morning chill sent shivers through her skin, she remained focused on cleansing herself.

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  • Owned by the Five Dominant Masters   The Temptation of the Fifth Master

    Hearing Abigail’s intent to call Rezon, Moza tried to intervene, but the little girl had already commanded her nanny to fetch the phone."Nanny Nuri, call Uncle Rezon now."The nanny quickly pulled a small pink phone from her bag. Moza opened her mouth to protest, but a sharp voice cut through the air from the end of the corridor. Thalia stood there with her hands on her hips, her expression as flat as ever."Moza, back to the kitchen! Young Master Kageo is waiting for his breakfast."Fearing Thalia’s temper, Moza bowed toward Abigail. "I must go, Little Miss. I hope you have a wonderful day at school."Abigail simply waved her hand. "I’ll wait for you at school, okay!"Not wanting Abigail to stall her further, Moza hurried after Thalia. Her heart was in a localized storm. If Rezon actually came to pick her up, would Dastan explode again? She realized she had to walk on eggshells to avoid being swallowed by the Limantara family's complex dynamics.Back in the kitchen, Thalia issued fr

  • Owned by the Five Dominant Masters   The Master’s Jealousy

    After Dastan left the room, Master Markus turned his gaze toward Moza, who was still standing stiffly in her place."Set the tray on the table, Moza."Moza nodded obediently and approached the wooden desk where Master Markus had been writing the night before. She set the tray down with extreme care, ensuring not a single drop was spilled."Help me move closer to the desk. I wish to eat while looking at the view from the window," the old man added.With practiced efficiency, Moza maneuvered Master Markus’s wheelchair until it was perfectly positioned. The wheels rolled silently across the floor with a soft friction.Before starting his meal, Master Markus looked at her for a moment. "I see Dastan has already made your acquaintance.""Yes, Grandmaster. I introduced myself while Master Dastan was checking on Little Miss Abigail," Moza answered politely.Master Markus nodded, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Abigail seems to have taken quite a liking to you. She is in dire need of affe

  • Owned by the Five Dominant Masters   The Grandmaster’s Prayer

    Refusing to dwell on Lira’s words any longer, Moza retreated into the bathroom. After bolting the door, she stripped off her pajamas and began scrubbing them along with her uniform.She rubbed the fabric vigorously with soapy water, as if trying to wash away the emotional stains that still lingered from the night before.Once finished, she rinsed her body with cold water. Though the morning chill sent shivers through her skin, she remained focused on cleansing herself.After changing into a fresh uniform, Moza stepped out, carrying a basin of laundry toward the back garden where the servants usually dried their clothes.As she hung the garments, Moza’s gaze inadvertently caught a tall figure emerging from the main mansion. Dressed in a black athletic set and premium running shoes, his hair was perfectly swept back.He walked briskly toward the family’s private jogging track—a long path shaded by lush trees.Even from a distance, Moza knew exactly who he was.Dastan Limantara.It was n

  • Owned by the Five Dominant Masters   A Seductive Appearance

    Moza rushed out of Dastan’s room, her heart hammering wildly against her ribs. The night air in the second-floor corridor felt colder than before, as if the very walls of the mansion held secrets that were on the verge of being exposed.She hurried toward the grand staircase, but a hauntingly beautiful strain of violin music stopped her in her tracks. This wasn't a recording. It was live. Someone was playing with a raw, bleeding intensity. Moza’s gaze instinctively drifted toward the room at the far end—Kageo’s room."He’s still active at this hour?" Moza murmured, her curiosity piqued.Kageo—the man who supposedly couldn't stand for long, who sat in a wheelchair and needed to be fed—was playing the violin? Not only that, but the way the bow struck the strings was intense, like an explosion of emotions trapped within a melody. Was this music the only thing keeping him from succumbing to his illness?If Dastan appeared dangerous—cold, authoritarian, and in total control—Kageo was far m

  • Owned by the Five Dominant Masters   Between Lust and Pride

    In a cornered position, a sudden idea flashed through Moza’s mind."I beg you to listen to my explanation first, Young Master," Moza ventured, her voice regaining its strength. "Little Miss Abigail asked me to read her a story. I sat in the chair, and for some reason, I fell asleep. Perhaps because today has been utterly exhausting."Dastan’s expression remained unchanged, still radiating a dangerous dominance. However, he did not interrupt. He was like a predator who smelled a hint of deception yet was intrigued by the vulnerability of his prey."As for why I attacked you... it was because I dreamt I was being chased by a criminal. He wanted to assault me. When you touched my shoulder, I was still under the influence of that nightmare. I thought you were him."Moza’s voice trailed off into a whisper. She waited, heart hammering, for Dastan’s reaction to her seemingly ridiculous story. For a split second, she caught a flicker in his eyes—not of anger, but of doubt."You’re quite skill

  • Owned by the Five Dominant Masters   Helpless Beneath Him

    The man studied Moza with an unreadable expression. His icy gaze felt like a needle piercing through her spine."Who are you? Why are you sleeping in this room?"That baritone voice seeped into Moza’s consciousness like a painful echo from the past. In an instant, her half-awake mind snapped into full, tense alertness. This voice was similar—far too similar—to the man who had stolen her innocence in that dark bridal suite.Whether she was still trapped in a dream or her brain hadn't fully processed reality, Moza lost all sense of reason. Instead of answering, she bolted upright. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her eyes burning with a fury she had suppressed for years.Without a second thought, she lunged at him. Her right hand gripped the collar of his black shirt, pulling him down until his towering frame was forced to lean toward her."You monster! You maniac!" Moza screamed, her voice cracking with pure resentment. "You ruined my life!"The handsome man’s eyes widened, then narrow

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