Novel & Cerita The Heir And The Servant, Started From A Bet

I had to say if he was paying five thousand for me I would have expected a whole lot worse of results. "All right, five thousand. Do we have anyone who can beat five thousand?" "Ten thousand." Another voice said, stepping out beside the dark-clothed man. He didn't look too much different aside from blonde hair. Were they related? Brothers? Dark hair shot him a glare. "So you wanna go to war over this Darren?" "Yeah, I want her." The supposed Darren nodded. "This is where we're playing that hand then, aren't we?" "Yeah. The winner gets her first."

"From the very beginning, the heir was the one in Stella's belly!" "This was just an unacknowledged bastard, a creature no one wanted. Why should he have been born?" "So he could live his life branded as a 'mutt'?" I was a walking corpse, shuffling toward the future Don, leaving a trail of scarlet on the floor. Each step left a bloody footprint, a gruesome trail of what we had lost. I stopped right in front of him and asked, my voice devoid of emotion. "Tell me, who was ever looking forward to the birth of the true Gallo heir?"

He leaned in, aggressively whispering something while sliding a folded stack of currency into the servant's pocket. I couldn't hear the words, but the desperate, pathetic social-climbing play was painfully obvious. They were trying to buy their way out of the absolute ruin of their reputation. Up at the podium, the event host was droning on with a loud, bloated welcoming speech, but the background noise faded into white static. My focus was entirely locked on the two cockroaches scrambling below. Sure enough, the bribed servant began ascending the marble steps toward our dais. He looked terrified, sweating profusely as he bowed so deeply his forehead nearly touched the floor.

"Hmph, lowly scum, no wonder you'll be a servant for a lifetime! "We pay you. The least you can do is be careful of your words. If I hear you mention Alyssa again, I'll make your whole family pack up and leave Solana City!" "What did I say wrong? Do you and your mother treat us like human beings?" the young servant retorted. "We signed a labor contract, not a slave contract! We're not dogs raised by the Beckett family!" "How dare you—" Betty's eyes widened, momentarily speechless. "Madam is kind-hearted and good. She's amazing! She's a thousand times better than you all! As a high-born heiress from a wealthy family, you lack manners, don't understand respect, and curse all the time.

CHAPTER 14 “The man is impossible!”, she stormed inside the castle startling the servants who were cleaning the room. The usually amiable and nice heiress frightened the new maid who fought with Ann, just a couple of days ago. It cemented her observation that the master and mistress of the castle would surely end their marriage very soon. She could just feel her pockets full of money after she and Ann, wager their monthly salaries.

Aesthelia was puzzled as to why the old Aesthelia and Custos hadn't signed a contract with each other when they had already met. 'Just what on earth is happening?' Aesthelia mentally asked herself. If she was troubled before, it's even harder now. "I was just picking some flowers near the borderline when I saw them. I ran as fast as I could," the servant said, as if it was the most terrifying moment of his life. Aesthelia finally recalled the servant. It is the gardener's son. "There's so much blood," the servant mumbled, but loud enough for Aesthelia to hear.

He started off using me as his excuse in the beginning but once when his mom got too pushy and sent her head servant here to all but command an appearance I got to see the heir in action. Now I know he's a big momma's boy, so the way he shut her down that day gave me lots to think about. He doesn't know I overheard though, so I can't even bring it up. I get the feeling though that there was more going on than him giving me time to get settled like he keeps saying.

In this comparison, it was clear who had a higher and lower status. At this moment, a servant hurriedly ran over, looking anxious. "Something's wrong; there's a thief in our house." Upon hearing this, everyone reacted, asking, "Who's so bold as to dare to steal here?" The servant shook his head desperately. "I don't know. I saw him enter the southern building. I wanted to chase him, but I was afraid I might not be his match, so I let him get away." Liam's displeasure grew, and sparks of anger flickered in his eyes. He blamed Anna with a glance.

“Do your laundry and clean your house? Seriously? Do I look like a servant to you?” Torvin closed the distance between them in a single step, the movement a stark reminder of the gap in their height. His scent—a mix of sandalwood and sleep—told her he had gone back to bed after calling her. His face was serious, but an amused glint still danced in his eyes as he said. “Listen up, debtor. You owe me, and we’ve agreed that I get to decide how you pay me. That makes you my servant and me your master. I tell you what to do, and you do it. The sooner you understand that, the better for you.”

The servant shuddered. The Miss had only instructed him to bump into the guest. She hadn't said anything about compensation! And it was a diamond watch! The heirloom diamond watch from the Rhoads family would cost him more than he could ever repay if he worked his whole life! "It wasn't me!" The servant ran over, urgently pleading. "Fool, how dare you behave like this in front of the guests!" Sophia suddenly said as she realized something. But it was all too late. "It was Miss!" The servant's voice cracked as he screamed.