The Heir And The Servant, Started From A Bet Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Don't play coy with me, and don't act as if I'm some stupid teenage girl. she is not going to fix this and you don't get to get out of this so easily. answer my questions…’’ “ YES THE F*** I WAS!’’ He shouted, startling me. “ I was listening in on that conversation.’’ “ Why?’’ “ Because when I saw the Servant walk, I was also planning on having a conversation with the Alpha. and I figured that since she was a servant she was probably going to take the dishes and then head back out. but half and our passed and she was still in there.’’

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.

ALEJANDRO’S POV The Castillo Mansion was a cathedral of quiet wealth. And it was a cold and quiet as a graveyard. long mahogany table. Crystal chandelier. Expensive china no one ever touched without gloves. The kind of place that was built for the dead rather than the living. But here we were, for me, twenty one years and counting. I sat across from my little brother, Diego, who was, as always, hunched over his phone, fingers tapping fast.

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

As I headed downstairs, I could already hear everyone teasing him behind me. Our friend group was surprisingly diverse. Several of us came from wealthy families, but Mel was the only one who actually acted like it. Lyall came from even more money as the Alpha's heir, but years of training had taught him that leadership meant serving the pack, not being served by it. The music grew louder as I approached the bar. "Another round?" the bartender asked with a wink. I nodded. Within minutes, six freshly made drinks sat neatly arranged on a tray. "Need help carrying those?" he asked nervously.

He had always known. He hadn’t wanted a child from a servant. He had wanted an Ashford heir. And then Yvonne had made sure there was only the heir, and no mother left to complicate things — and then Yvonne had made sure even the heir meant nothing, stripped of name and rank and any chance of ever becoming something dangerous.

Do you even realize how rare that is? “I’m just a servant." "Was a servant. His smile widens, cold as ice. Now you're my newest investment, and that royal blood of yours is going to earn its keep."