Chain of Deceit

d guests. It was a night of celebration, but not just any celebration-today, the first son of Takeshi Mo had

y had gathered, and the energy in the room was electrifying. Takeshi, standing at the center of it all, radiated pride as he cradled

ing on Takeshi's shoulder. The two of them made a striking couple, and their unity was unspoken but understood. They were the future o

swaddled in fine silks. The room fell silent as Takeshi raised him slightly for all to see, his voice rin

nd of clinking glasses filled the air, and the guests' faces shone with genuine happ

mposure, yet there was something in her gaze-something thoughtful. She had always known that her place in the family would never be the same as Takeshi's first-bor

miscarriages, her presence had become more distant. Aiko couldn't help but wonder where her mother wa

was still a child in many ways, her innocence unmarred by the power struggles that loomed just beneath the surface of the family's polished exterior. She had no idea what it mean

quiet satisfaction. "He will carry our legacy, Takeshi," Miyako said softly, her voice f

them. Their son would inherit it all-the power, the wealth, the respect. Kaito was

f Harumi. She had once been the one who was meant to give Takeshi his son, but now, after years of heartbreak, she had stepped away from the public eye. Perhaps it was too

ging, and today, with the birth of Kaito, a new order had begun. No one said it out loud, but the

f the Mo Dragons dynasty. But Aiko, though she smiled and clapped along with everyone els

s ambitions had found their anchor. Everything would revolve around this child. And

ertainty. She wasn't sure what the future held, but she knew this: the Mo Dragons family had changed today