Owned by the Five Dominant Masters のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

Moza handed the cup of warm honey tea to Rezon and sat across from him. At first, only silence accompanied them.Rezon sipped his tea slowly, his eyes vacant as he stared into the cup. After a few moments, he carefully set the cup back on the table."Your tea is delicious," he praised, his voice raspy. "You are very talented in the kitchen."With a deep gaze, Rezon observed Moza under the dim light. "You also seem very natural at taking care of children. It’s no wonder Abigail likes you. You’re like a mother who is already experienced in raising her own child."Moza nearly choked upon hearing Rezon’s last remark. Her chest tightened with a sudden surge of panic. It was not yet time for the Young Masters to know that she had a son.She quickly composed herself, trying to mask the swirling anxiety."The Little Miss is a cheerful and bright child, that’s why I’m fond of her," Moza answered, hoping her voice didn't sound shaky.Rezon nodded slowly, then rose from his chair. "Let’s talk on

Moza hurried to Abigail’s room, following closely behind Nuri. Her heart was still pounding from her brief encounter with Rezon.When the door opened, she saw Abigail sitting on the edge of the bed in her pink pajamas, her small hands clutching the phone.Despite the sleepiness on her face, Abigail was talking enthusiastically through a video call. Her voice was still raspy and sweet, typical of a child who had just woken up.Upon seeing Moza, Abigail cheered into the camera, "Papa, Auntie Moza is here! I’m going to take a bath now. I’ll call you back later!"Before Moza could agree or decline, Abigail thrust the phone toward her and leaped off the bed. She pulled Nuri toward the bathroom, leaving Moza alone with the screen now displaying Dastan’s face.Moza was stunned and felt a wave of awkwardness.Dastan was wearing navy silk pajamas, with the top buttons undone, revealing the contours of his broad chest. His hair was still damp and messy, as if he had just stepped out of the show

Nuri, who had been watching closely from a short distance, rushed over to check on Abigail.“In truth, Master Dastan only speaks that way so the Little Miss will be more careful. Once, she was hospitalized, and Master Dastan went into a panic trying to find an emergency donor.”"Why wasn't Master Dastan the donor? Don't they share the same blood?" Moza asked curiously.Before Nuri could answer, the sound of footsteps echoed along the path. Rezon appeared from behind and approached them, his face clouded with worry."What is it, Abi? Why are you so pale?"Nuri immediately explained, "The Little Miss almost fell, Young Master. Fortunately, Moza caught her just in time."Rezon knelt in front of Abigail, his voice gentle yet firm with a reprimand. "Don't run in areas like this, Abi. There are many hidden rocks and tree roots. You could get hurt."“I’m sorry, Uncle,” Abigail replied, bowing her head while clutching Moza’s arm.Rezon smiled and stroked his niece’s head. “Uncle has to go hom

"Don't worry, Grandpa. As soon as we arrive at the mansion, I’ll examine Kageo immediately," Rezon said with the characteristic composure of a doctor.Master Markus nodded slowly, his eyes calming as if the presence of Rezon and Moza at the mansion lifted a significant weight from his shoulders.Moza remained silent. She merely lowered her head, accepting the fate that had just been handed to her. Tomorrow, she would have to return to the mansion and serve as a temporary maid for Kageo.Deep down, Moza wanted to refuse, but how could she? To Master Markus, a refusal meant defiance. And defiance meant she could lose all access to the Limantara family—and with it, the chance to uncover the truth about the man at the resort.A few hours later, in a kitchen cloaked by the evening twilight, Moza stood frozen, staring at the ingredients prepared for dinner. Her mind was in turmoil, trapped in a plan that had suddenly fallen apart. This change wasn't supposed to happen.By now, she no longer

Night had completely enveloped the Aurora retreat house. Once everything in the kitchen was taken care of, Moza fulfilled her promise to accompany Abigail to bed. Inside the bedroom, Moza sat on the edge of the bed, reading a fairy tale in a soft voice.Tonight, however, Abigail just wouldn't fall asleep. Her eyes, usually heavy with drowsiness, were wide open, staring at Moza with pure curiosity."Auntie Moza," Abigail whispered suddenly, breaking the silence. "Do you like Papa?"The question struck like a sudden bolt of lightning in the dead of night. Moza reflexively swallowed hard. She had not expected this little girl to ask something so intensely personal.She was at a loss for words. It was impossible to be honest with the child and admit that she was at odds with Dastan Limantara. On the other hand, lying felt just as difficult.Because Moza remained silent for too long, Abigail came to her own conclusion."You must like Papa. Papa is very handsome and he works so hard," she s