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

Josh gritted his teeth and yelled, “Master Jones and I will bid 1.5 million.” The others exchanged a look of apprehension. If these two young heirs were joining the fray, the price was sure to skyrocket. Their risk would increase, too. A red-hot passion flared in Yvonne's eyes. She had just won five million, after all, so her confidence was through the roof. Elio looked at the two young heirs. With a hint of hatred in his gaze, he nodded and said, “1.6 million!” Since Elio was bidding too, Yvonne was certain now that the stone was bursting with potential. She grew even more excited, hugging Elio's arm tightly with her tantalizing body as she exclaimed, “Yes, crush them!”

'So, I have to serve a crazy young master, 'the heir' of this empire, who fired a servant just for pouring the wrong tea?' Anna muttered as she walked down the hall of the palace-like house, heading towards Liam, her young master. Actually, Anna is quite pleasant, why should she serve the child of a master who welcomed her so well before? 'It would definitely be quite fun if Mr. Eric were my master.' She continued muttering while continuing to be amazed by the luxurious interior of the house. Until she didn't realize that someone had been staring at her for a long time.

"When did I ever say I'd pay your debts? You were the one who got greedy, chasing a quick buck. Why should I take the fall for your screw-up?" "You didn't say it? You were the one giving me your word, patting yourself on the chest. You were the one playing the good guy to win me over. And now you're backing out?" "Playing the good guy? You were just trying to get close to me because you thought I was the real heir. The second you found out I wasn't, you ran faster than anyone. Who are you to talk down to me? I don't have money—figure it out yourself."

The door opened, and my breath caught in my throat. It was Helen. Helen—my best friend. I stared in disbelief as she smiled warmly and let him inside. My legs felt like they might give out, but I forced myself to move closer. I crept toward the window, careful to stay out of sight. Inside, they were standing close, too close. Helen’s hands brushed against his chest, and then he pulled her into his arms. Their lips met in a kiss so passionate it made my stomach turn. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t look away.

The notary's finger hovered above the keyboard for a moment. "Mrs. Fuzio." He adjusted his glasses, not daring to look straight at me. "The heir next in line needs to be present to confirm his intentions." I was confused. Christian Fuzio was an only child. His parents passed away ten years ago. We were married for 20 years with no children. "What did you say?" Before the notary could reply, the doors opened. When the boy walked in, I didn't even react. That was, until I saw his face.

, he was really different. Standing in front of his mansion, I felt tiny and out of place but there was no going back for me, I had a mission to complete and until I was done with it I wasn't going to give up. The gates suddenly opened, disrupting my train of thoughts. A middle aged man who I guessed was the butler approached me “Miss Rosa?” “That's me sir” I answered nervously “You can call me Theo. This way ma'am” he gestured towards the door, inviting me inside

POV: Seraphina "Sign it," Cyrus said, and he slid the contract across the table without even looking up from his phone. I picked up the pen and looked at the number at the bottom of the page, and signed my name across the line without blinking. The man sitting across from us, Mr Adeyemi, is one of the biggest property developers in the country, let out a slow breath like he had been holding it since he walked into this room. "It is a pleasure doing business with the Vaughn Group," he said.

They called her a stray dog dressed in silk. Her husband choked her in a wedding shop. Her sister shoved her under a car. Her family danced on her grave before the dirt was cold. Then she opened her eyes seven years in the past. "You think you can break me twice, Kyle?" "Celine, I made a mistake. I was blind. Just give me one more chance and I'll spend the rest of my life proving." "You had your chance. You used it to destroy me." "I love you." "You loved the version of me that was stupid enough to believe you." She came back with a colder heart, a sharper mind, and the kind of rage that doesn't scream. It plans. But Celine didn't expect Aron Caruso. The man who ordered her burial i

The evening had settled into the quiet Vargr preferred. He sat in the chair by the window with a glass of wine he hadn't touched, one hand resting on the arm, his eyes on the mountain line where the last of the light was leaving. The compound was running. The program was running. The working held as it would continue to hold until the heir arrived and completed what had taken 153 years to build. The heir. He was certain of it — a son, born of the original line, the last piece of what that night in the ash had set in motion. He had been patient. He could be patient a little longer.

“Your luggage would be brought up to you in no time but Mr. Ricky had taken the time to get you a completely new wardrobe.” I decided against asking how he figured out what I loved wearing. He would’ve made sure he got a list of everything I needed on my way here, it would serve as his way of exercising dominance. “Can I ask you a question, Alexander?” The servant had told me his name earlier. “As long as it doesn’t entail helping you run away.” He chuckled. “It gets bad living here, right?” “Different strokes for different folks, miss.” Alex shrugged. “But I know the heirs didn’t plan on this, it was spontaneous and it caught everyone by surprise, myself included, I’m certain.”