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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 voice was a low graze against her ear. "I want our first night to be unforgettable. Just you, me, and the ocean." ​His eyes were dark with affection as Yohan traced the delicate curve of her neck with his fingertips. "Go change, sweetheart. I have one special request tonight." ​With her heart hammering against her ribs, Moza nodded. She retreated into the sprawling marble bathroom to swap her lace wedding gown for a provocative red satin nightgown. She let her hair fall in loose waves over her shoulders and touched up her makeup until she looked like a masterpiece. She appeared sensual yet as fragile as a blooming flower. ​When she emerged, Yohan was waiting for her. He stared at her as if

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 carefully masked information. She omitted her ex-husband’s name and left out any mention of her previous address in the capital. She provided only her education history, her extensive experience in cooking and baking, and the name of the small town where she currently resided.​After uploading her identification and a recent photo, Moza pressed the ‘submit’ button.​She let out a long breath as if releasing a weight she had carried for years. This was more than just a job application. This was her golden ticket into the lion’s den, a place where the truth lay hidden beneath layers of luxury and power.​With a newfound resolve, Moza opened the old wooden wardrobe in her room. Even though she

​"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 desk while folding his arms across his chest.​"It is my turn to ask. How can you tell the two of us apart, especially when Elbara isn't wearing his glasses and we are dressed in the same clothes?" Elzen challenged her with a serious face. "If you call us by the wrong name or serve the wrong person, it could cause internal conflict. Besides, there are still our two older brothers, Dastan and Rezon, as well as our younger brother, Kageo. We all expect precise service."​Moza remained silent for a moment. She observed them both, noting their identical faces, matching posture, and even their nearly synchronized hand movements. Her efforts in gathering information about the Limantara family were

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 painted a sterile, stark white."This is the servants' quarters," Thalia said without looking back. "Outside guests are strictly forbidden. Even the Young Masters rarely come here unless it is for something of grave importance."Thalia continued to lead the way down a corridor that sat lower than the mansion's main floor. Small doors lined both sides, each marked with a room number and a wooden plaque bearing a servant's name."I will show you to your room. Ninda has already delivered your suitcase," Thalia stated flatly.They reached the very end of the hallway where only one door remained. Thalia reached into her pocket and pulled out a silver key. After a sharp turn in the lock, the brown

Secretly, Moza felt a wave of confusion at the glaring inconsistency between the strong Kageo she had just glimpsed, and the frail Kageo sitting before her.Was this some kind of game? Or was this the harsh reality of the rare illness he suffered from?Whatever the truth was, Moza was determined to seize this opportunity. She had to observe and understand who Kageo Limantara truly was—a man who appeared both fragile and dangerous at the same time.Seeing Moza still frozen in place, Kageo slowly maneuvered his wheelchair with both hands. He approached a small sofa and issued a quiet command."Sit. I cannot eat if you stand there like a statue."Faced with such a rebuke, Moza had no choice but to draw closer. She sat on the small sofa, barely half a meter away from him."Feed me one spoonful first. If it doesn't taste good, you may stop," Kageo murmured.As requested, Moza opened the lid of the pomegranate pudding. Its vibrant red hue stood out in stark contrast against Kageo’s pale ski