Owned by the Five Dominant Masters のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

Before Moza could answer Abigail’s question, Alexa intervened, casting a look of pure disdain at the little girl."Well, Moza, is this your bastard child?" Alexa spat, her voice dripping with malice. "How tragic. She’s beautiful, but clearly, she has no idea who her biological father is."Abigail’s eyes widened, looking confused by Alexa’s harsh words. Seeing this, Moza immediately stepped forward. Her voice was cold, sharp, and laced with a warning."Alexa, shut your mouth! You know nothing!"Yohan, who had remained silent until now, chimed in with a look of utter disbelief. "Moza, do you really not know who the father is? Or are you intentionally hiding him?"As the tension reached a breaking point, Elzen calmly stepped to the front. His tall, charismatic figure instantly commanded the room."I am the father," he declared flatly but with absolute conviction. "Is there a problem with that?"The confession hit like a bolt of lightning from a clear sky. Alexa and Yohan stood frozen, th

Moza walked alone to her room, which was equipped with a private bathroom. She intentionally drew back the curtains, allowing herself to gaze at the full moon hanging in the night sky.Without hesitation, she undressed and took a warm bath to wash away her exhaustion.Afterward, she donned the dress Elzen had given her. The fabric was soft against her skin, though it was not thick enough to shield her from the biting cold.Moza stared at her reflection in the mirror with no intention of applying makeup. She used only a light dusting of powder and a hint of lip gloss, then combed through her still-damp hair.Once she had finished freshening up, Moza walked to the living room. She sat alone on the sofa, hugging herself in an attempt to ward off the night air that was increasingly piercing her skin.It was already eight o'clock in the evening, but Elzen and Kageo had yet to arrive. Outside, only the sounds of nocturnal animals and the rustle of pine needles blowing in the wind could be h

Before Dastan could react, Moza leaned in and snatched his lips. Her kiss was unpracticed, yet it was filled with an intensity and a raw desire to conquer.Relying on sheer instinct, she sucked on his upper and lower lips, mimicking the very technique he had used the night before.As she felt Dastan’s lips part in shock, Moza did not hesitate to slip her tongue inside, exploring without any fear of rejection.Dastan froze for a split second, then with a deep, guttural groan, he returned the kiss. His defenses had completely crumbled.Their kiss transformed into a passionate battle of tongues, where both demanded everything from the other.Moza didn’t stop there. With a newfound surge of confidence, she pushed Dastan until he was sitting on the edge of the bed. Now, she was the dominant one, straddling his lap.Her lips then migrated to his neck, tracing his sharp jawline and throat, exactly as he had done to her. Her hands were just as active, sliding beneath Dastan’s t-shirt to touch

After Dastan left his room, Moza picked up the breakfast tray and hurried toward the dining room. Despite the lingering awkwardness, she tried her best to ignore his presence.After all, in an hour, the man would be gone, leaving her in peace for the time being.Upon arriving at the dining room, Moza saw Dastan already seated beside Grandmaster Markus. They were talking intimately, like a grandfather and grandson who shared a deep bond."I hope your upcoming agreement with Mr. Wallace comes to fruition," Master Markus said while sipping his tea. "Our latest men’s health products must gain broad recognition in the international market."Dastan nodded firmly. "Yes, Grandpa. This is a rare opportunity; I won't let it go to waste."Master Markus smiled with pride. "When will you be back, Dastan?""By next Saturday at the latest," Dastan replied, checking his watch. "I’ll return before Elbara and Elzen’s birthday celebration."Moza hurried to set down the breakfast. She tried not to look a

After receiving permission from Grandmaster Markus, Moza stepped out of the retreat house. She truly needed the air.She needed space. She needed a moment where she was just Moza—not a maid, not a woman trapped amidst the secrets of the Limantara masters.She followed a path lined with vibrant red geraniums. Her steps were slow, her shoes crunching on the small pebbles along the trail.Once she passed the open gates of the retreat, the scenery shifted. As far as the eye could see, there were rows of towering pine trees, their trunks straight and tall, their needles rustling in the breeze.The further she walked, the quieter it became. Finally, a small lake appeared before her, hidden behind the curve of a hill.The lake was calm, its surface like a mirror reflecting the blue sky and the drifting white clouds. The water was crystal clear, revealing the rounded stones at its bottom.Moza approached and sat on a large rock surrounded by wild grass. She took a deep breath, inhaling the ai