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

"I pushed her at the wedding. Her baby was born premature and died at birth. But now…she's pregnant again. It's really my child this time." I raised an eyebrow. "Congratulations." "Congratulations?" He laughed bitterly. "We fight every day. About rent, about money. She never stops complaining that I'm a failure, saying she should have never left Marcus." "How ironic," I said, standing up. "Check, please." "Vivian, wait—" "Felix, your story is very compelling, but I'm not interested," I said, pulling out my credit card. "I wish you happiness." Six months later, I was chairing a board meeting.

Elias stepped in, coffee already half‑gone, tie imperfect, proof of an equally sleepless night. “Tell me that tone means discovery,” he said. “It means someone rewrote our family history through shell companies,” I replied, turning the display toward him. “Victor Drayke funded part of Blackwood’s prototype labs under Margaret Voss’s consultancy group twenty years ago. Her name surfaces in the same line as ‘Inheritance Clause.’” Elias frowned. “Inheritance clause, as in legal, or metaphorical?” “The contracts are literal,” I said. “But the language feels poetic. It references a non‑disclosure debt passed by bloodline, not signature.”

"We were hired. Everything was planned before we even came in." "Hired by who?" Carlton asked. The man hesitated again, just for a fraction of a second. Then he said the name. "Mr Lancaster" Carlton felt it before he processed it, the faint tightening in his chest. Zade’s eyes narrowed slightly. The second man shook his head slowly, disbelief written all over his face. "You’re really saying it." "I am," the first replied. "And I can prove it." That got Carlton’s full attention. "What kind of proof?" he asked.

Without another glance, the Master and his assistant strode away. I collapsed onto the cold floor. Regret gnawed at my heart like a venomous snake. Elara hadn't lied. She had been silently sacrificing for this family, even when we misunderstood and humiliated her. I went mad trying to chase the Master, but my father rushed over and slapped me across the face. "You useless pup! You're going to kill your mother!" "I told you Elara was the Head Healer for a reason! She was always better than that Liana, but you wouldn't listen!"

Another servant laughed and praised her: “She diagnoses us for free. How nice she is!” One of them recalled what happened several days before and brought up the topic again. “What do you think of the relationship between boss and Diana?” “She must be his girlfriend,” the first servant replied immediately: “She moved into the boss' room and treated us nicely. She must be the new master of the house.” “But what about Miss Jefferson?” one servant said guiltily, “Miss Jefferson also treated us nicely. And she is the boss’ fiancée.”

Lance said with a serious voice. "No! I'm not going to leave here until you agree to give me my shares in the company!" the man shouted, causing my eyes to widen. So they're fighting because of the inheritance left by Lance's father before he died. I saw Lance grin there and shake his head as if he had been holding his patience for a while.

Two people ready to play hard. I took his hand. Not for comfort. To seal it. “We finish this,” I said. He nodded once. The heiress was dead. Long live the queen.

“Young Master Ken, Young Master Neil, did he actually spend that much money? I refuse to believe him, the son-in-law who was enlisted as a soldier for five years can fork out that much money!” Cecilia was very dissatisfied. She was dissatisfied because she could never have forked out that much money and was she actually inferior to the son-in-law? “He actually did. The thing is, Young Master Ivan too had his eye on that mansion and wanted to bid for the mansion as a gift for Old Master Taylor so he went to the auction that day. However, he did not expect Fane to be present as well…” Ken laughed before continuing, “So, both of them wanted to bid for it. They even made a bet that the loser wou

Wiz Immortal merely sneered, but he said nothing. Darryl chuckled lightly. He looked closely at Wiz Immortal. "If that's the case, Wiz Immortal, would you like to bet with me?" Empress Heidi had a distinguished and honored position. Naturally, she could not bet with Darryl, so Darryl could only target Wiz Immortal. After all, he was Prince Aurin's master. If he lost the bet, Prince Auten would lose his dignity too, and he would not be that arrogant in the future.

He asked, looking at me from head to toe and focusing on the neckline of my blouse, making me roll my eyes. I move closer to him, glaring at him. "I am the Montanari heiress, this chair is mine!" I speak a little lower, but firm and serious. "And I am your future husband and I would have to take over the company". Seriously spoken. "But don't worry, I can make you secretary. You'll be great to work with". Speaks mischievously, licking his lips as he looks down at my cleavage again. I roll my eyes and walk over to his side, controlling myself so I don't end up committing murder.