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

he teased. Sienna laughed. “No. Another Monroe & Lancaster legacy. Built on love, not power.” As they stood there, surrounded by everything they’d fought for, Damien knew that their story wasn’t about escaping the Lancaster name. It was about creating something far greater. A future worth fighting for. The End. Congratulations! Married to the Heir has officially reached its final chapter.

And yet, Crane stood there—impeccable in his navy suit, a glass of scotch in hand, and that serpent’s smile painted on his face. “Julian,” he purred. “Did you miss me?” Julian stood slowly. “You’re supposed to be in federal custody.” “Oh, but you know me,” Crane chuckled. “I always find a crack in the system. And what better way to return… than to watch my favorite heir squirm?” The door slammed shut behind him. And locked.

She stumbled free beside me, breathing fast, unharmed. Dominic’s voice followed immediately. “Give us thirty minutes. The other ten million is on its way. There isn’t that much cash on hand.” For a heartbeat, no one spoke. Then one of the kidnappers burst out laughing. “See?” he crowed. “I told you she was worth just as much as the fiancée. You idiots lost the bet. Back home, you’re washing my socks.” Someone whistled. Someone else clicked their tongue in disappointment.

I don't really know this lady but I love her already. "Anyways we had to make a stop and then come here, if he could take me back home he definitely would but I am grateful there wasn't time" "He could have let you go yourself but he didn't. Maybe that's something" "That's nothing. He just wants to make sure I get rid of it, he goes with all of us" what a douchebag. "Doesn't he want an heir? I mean he is Don" "He does have an heir. He doesn't want competition so I guess that's why"

I wanted to share the news with Damian and bring him with me. My mother agreed. She gave me their numbers and sent me back. I walked home with my heart racing, already imagining his face when I told him everything. But the moment I reached the door, I heard voices inside that made my blood run cold. “Sign it tonight,” Catherine said sharply. Then Damian answered, low and tense, “How am I supposed to explain this to Serena? I’m afraid she’ll refuse to let go.” Catherine’s voice rose at once. “What exactly are you afraid of? You are the only direct heir of the Vale bloodline. This pack is still waiting for your successor. Selene is already carrying a pup. Are you not going to give her proper s

And then…Someone raised a glass. Then another. Then another. The tension broke.“Let’s get this party started!” a voice shouted. Laughter returned. Music slowly picked up again,like nothing had happened,like blood wasn’t still on the floor. Like war hadn’t just walked through the door. But everything had changed. Because now…Everyone knew,the heirs were not just back. They were dangerous. And they were here to stay.

Levi accused while looking the other way. Levi admits that he is a very arrogant person. But he still had a conscience seeing the helplessness of this servant. Her heart was still moved to soften her a bit. "No Miss, really. The boss just asked what my name was and then helped me treat the hot spring wound that Miss did this afternoon. That's all!" Honestly Elea. "Is the wound serious?" asked Levi feeling helpless. He remembered that this afternoon he did throw hot tea on this servant's arm. "No. Just a little blister." Levi was stunned.

Leaning against the corner of the wall, Justin furrowed his brows as he heard the servant cursing and Anne crying. After a while, the servant came out of the storeroom and slammed the door with anger. "What the f*ck! Who the hell is in this house? A young master who is not sure whether he is descended from the Leung Family, and now came a noble young girl. D*mn it!" Justin stood stunned. It wasn't the first time he had heard the servants talk about him behind his back. Given the choice, he didn't want to be the heir of the Leung Family at all! He couldn't help but clench his small fists.

"Is it true? Where did you get this very expensive hair clip? While you are just an ordinary servant?” "That is none of your business!" the servant was angry and was about to leave. But I held his hand and pulled him away from the trader there. “Let go of my hand!” the waiter shouted as if I was a kidnapper. But of course, everyone there didn't believe it because it was impossible for a kidnapper to carry out his actions openly. "Listen, I know it's not yours so can you sell it to me?" I offered and made the servant stop struggling.

His servant rose from his side and provide a couple of papers, handling it to me with a pen. "But I just met you like, five minutes ago?" I push the papers off and stood from my seat. "I don't even know if you are telling the truth. How can you be so sure that I am the one you are looking for? I mean it's been one and a half decade! That boy in that picture is gone. I'm not the same boy, okay?" I lean down on his ear and whispered, "I'm happy to live my life. I don't want any complication ruining my career. I hope you understand but this is a lot for me to take in. You can't just go around telling someone that he's your grandson and the heir to your throne. We're talking about a whole kingdo