The Heir And The Servant, Started From A Bet Novels & Stories

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.

I have always been a stickler for the rules. In elementary school, our class holds an election for class president. The teacher ignores the vote and appoints the principal's son instead. I follow the school's rule that whoever receives the majority vote should win, gather all 42 students, and take the election straight to the principal's office to redo the vote. When I grow up and start working, my boss hands me a thousand-dollar expense receipt and orders me to file a ten-thousand-dollar reimbursement claim. I refuse, as it violates company policy. The manager laughs. "Here, whatever the boss says goes. Learn to bend when you can, or the company may decide it needs someone more obedien

My mind drifted back to the dinner party a few days ago. The family had just taken over some new businesses, and the Don had him step up as the heir. For the entire night, Knox's hand never left my waist. We weaved through a crowd of politicians and gang bosses, even attracting the flashing cameras of a few gossip reporters. An older, wealthy wife finally walked over to us. She smiled and asked, "The young boss is holding Eden so tightly. Are you two going to announce a wedding soon?" My hand stiffened around my glass. Before I could answer, Knox's eyes turned cold with disgust. "Don't drag us into that. Eden is my sister."

"I never scolded you for still having ties with Donald. I never scolded you for not having any children with me for him. So, I found a woman who would bear my child. I didn't make you do anything you didn't want. Don't make it my fault." His grin widened, and he straightened his back, as if he had finally found enough justification for his betrayal. "We might be childhood friends, but this circle has its rules. Heirs must be born, and lovers are always abundant. The heir and mistress are separate. It won't hurt your standing." A familiar ache throbbed in my chest. He was right. I knew this better than anyone. After all, this was not my first time. I said nothing. Then, I slapped him across t

he stated. "Wait, why your grandpa?" I then gasped with wide eyes. "Is he the one you're asking I get married to?" Mr. Billionaire then gave me a confused look, "You're not really as smart as you look huh?" He came and I became offended. "What exactly do you want from me Mister?" "Look, I'm the heir to my grandfather's wealth but I can only get it all on one condition, that I get married and it has to be soon too.

"I-it was an accident that Mr. Lopez and I almost collided in the hallway the second day he came here, I didn't notice that he picked up and read the files." "Then what happened? Did he ask you about it?" She frowned while listening to Liz's explanation. She shook her head. "That same day, someone called me and made an appointment. The caller said that he was willing to invest in KRAS Malditah. So I agreed, I told you right away, and then you and your friends immediately settled this meeting with him and Mr. Castillo. Ms. Kim, I just recognized that he is... your husband. I-I mean your guest last week." She still couldn't look at her directly.

"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?"

"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.

“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.”

Sorry Valerie, I thought Sam was completely a thing of the past and I didn't want to open healing wounds by talking about it" he replied. "Awwn Gabe, I understand" I say. "Now enough about me, what's going on in your life?" he said, wiggling his eyebrows. "Haq! annoying stuff. Stephano got one of the maids pregnant" I said. "Oh wow! what's going to happen now? that's the heir right?" he said in shock. "Yeah, that's the heir. The maid Bianca is trying to take my place in the mansion" I said angrily.