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

That night, this man who was used to seeing crates of dirty money tossed and turned in his narrow wooden bed, clutching those few worn-out bills. The next morning, he sat down beside me with dark circles under his eyes. "Chloe, be with me. I have money." Of course, I knew he had money. For the famous heir of the Moretti family, money was never an issue. From that day on, he started to pursue me. It was a grand spectacle, and everyone in our world was watching the show. Wherever I went, there were whispers from family members. "See? A mob boss's love isn't worth a dime. Serena's barely been gone a month and the heir's already found a new girl from the slums."

"I will start at the beginning." Drawing in a breath, Haiden starts. " I've been participating in the illegal fight because I owe Snake more than fifty grand," I shot Haiden a 'what the fuck' look. Fifty grand was a lot of money to be owed. How the hell did this even happen? Wincing by my stare Haiden looks behind me in embarrassment. "I got into a stupid bet that I could beat one of his guys. Fucker played dirty and Snake being a bastard had me fight to pay him."

Prominently highlighted was Article VII, Clause Delta. The figure continued, "However the Council is not without… leniency. A path to redemption exists. You have one week, Alexander Sterling, to fix this breach. You will present yourself before the Council.. You will bring the true heir. The one who can uphold the covenant. The child of the Sterling bloodline. Ready to serve." The woman with the gavel brought it down with a thud. Alexander stared at the screen horrified. The true heir. They didn’t just want his company; they wanted Leo. His son, who was currently undergoing tests for a heart condition was now a pawn in a generations-old game.

The story broke in the financial press before Preston's office had finished drafting an official statement, which was, Sebastian said grimly over breakfast the morning after the vote, exactly the outcome his father's caution had spent eleven years trying to prevent and exactly the outcome Sebastian had decided, in the end, he could live with. A junior reporter at a business daily had been in the boardroom's outer hallway when the vote concluded, had overheard enough of the raised voices to piece together the shape of what had happened, and by nine that morning the headline had already metastasized across four other outlets: VALE HEIR ADMITS FOUNDING FRAUD DAYS BEFORE NARROW BOARD VICTORY.

"She didn't. Although she was familiar with the terms of the original will, she didn't doubt the existence of the later one. Dim's secretary only found out about it two days ago when he was cleaning out his desk." "But what about her? I mean, for god's sake Dim must have done something for his widow." "Clara herself was a very wealthy woman. Dim has no other living relatives. She wants me to be his heir as much as he does. Jacob's shrewd dark eyes flicked across her tense pale face, and her lips were tightened into a grim smile. It's not in your own best interest to invite public attention. Open your little trash mouth and I won't give you a dime!"

Suddenly, a servant of the Berry family hurriedly ran over from a distance It was the servant who recorded the wedding gifts before. At this moment, his face was full of anxiety, and he seemed to be holding something in his hand. He hurried to Butler Berry and said, “Butler Berry, I found this among the wedding gifts.” Butler Berry turned his head and saw a bloody rag doll in the servant’s hand. With a frown, he grabbed the doll which was covered with silver needles. The name and birth date of Stanley Berry, the young master of the Berry family, were written on the back!

'You are early', he said with a smile. 'I am going to Kendal, remember, I told you last night and I also gave you instruction concerning Deborah. 'And you? I am more interested in what you didn't tell me'. He shot her a long hard look and she knew that he could see right through her careful make up. 'What are you talking about?' 'Bryan Ferdinand. It is far early on the morning for games, cousin'. 'I haven't got time'. 'Look, I left a perfectly good party just as it was hotting up to drive you home --so I think that you owe me some explanations', his smile was sweet, softening his words.

"Did our step mother order you to buy the servant? Or was it me?" Stanley gritted his teeth. If he says Piper, then Victor would be aware of his allegiance that had moved from him to Lady Piper. He can't have that happening. Thinking quickly, Stanley bowed, "I recalled few nights ago of how the young master complained the furnitures that were moved around the manor to be bothersome. To prevent injuries, I decided to hire a new servant for him." "See?" Victor said to Stacey, like a child proud that his words were right. "I must have been the one to tell Stanley to get a servant, one for myself, one that isn't under your jurisdiction but mine. She is going to be my eyes."

"Bet! Since you've said so, Miss Hill, wouldn't it be ungrateful of us not to agree?" Immediately. Before Serena could respond, Hailey's eager voice rang out. Moreover. "But, if we actually win this bet, Miss Hill, as the eldest daughter of the Hill family and the one currently in charge of the Verdant Harvest Charity Foundation's projects, you wouldn't go back on your word, would you?" Worried that Lucy might deny it later, Hailey lifted her head, her face plastered with a smile as she asked.

“Tell me, did she beg you for those pills, or did you offer them on your own?” “I—Madam asked me, sir,” the servant stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. Zayden exhaled, shaking his head in mock disappointment. “And you thought you could defy me?” The servant whimpered, bowing her head lower. “Zayden, stop this,” Hema stepped forward, her voice firm. “She was just helping me.” Zayden shot her a sharp look. “Helping you betray me?” Hema clenched her fists. “You’re the one being unreasonable!”