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

answered Blake, who kept his eyes straight, looking at the wall across where he stood. Then, at least look at her when saying those words. Alise was about to cry, and she didn’t want any of them to see her. Alise didn’t want them to think she was ungrateful and such. But none of them thought of her that way. They knew she was just lost. “Then what am I supposed to do now?” Her voice wavered. “To ensure your protection, we’ll announce that the family’s heir is back. These seven boys have been trained for years and dedicated their lives to you. You’ll be attending Prestigious Academy. There, you will learn various things.”

The servant was about to catch up when the young man grabbed his arm. "Who is your master?" "He’s the heir of the Sheffield family!" The servant replied quickly, eager to catch up, then broke free and rushed after Fulton. The young man stood at the entrance of the less-crowded alley, watching Fulton’s figure disappear into the crowd. His dark eyes sparkled with admiration as he murmured to himself, "The heir of the Sheffield family… I would’ve never thought that with such a robust father, his son would be so refined, graceful, and chivalrous…"

"I choose her." Lucas declared. The entire room halted, absolutely astounded by the sudden declaration of the young heir. "You choose who?" Mrs Camilla Rogers stood from her chair, eyes wide with fury and disbelief. "I choose the servant." He declared again, his eyes unwavering and fixated upon the girl. Hazel squirmed uncomfortably under his gaze, her hands shaking, almost rattling the silver tray in her hands. It was clear she too was baffled, if not outraged by his declaration. But all she did was quiver timidly.

The blame was on his biological father and mother, who had cheated on Sandra to make him a child who had the status of an illegitimate child like now, because he was the child of the results of his father and mother's affair, Aletta, when she worked as a secretary of his father's master, Dawn. "Ta-but for the first time in my life, I want to ask you, Aditya, to help your father. Please come back home and be the heir to our company. I need you; your father needs you, because if tomorrow you don't show up, then the company will be taken over by my younger siblings, namely your uncle, who is crazy about wealth and power." Sandra said it again and again with sobs that sounded heartbreaking. "Wha

“Billionaire fiancé. Penthouse views. Adorable child.” He was watching us. A cold chill rolled down my spine. “What do you want?” I asked. He laughed. “Straight to business. I always liked that about you. No, what I want is simple, darling. A meeting. In person. I think you owe me that.” “I don’t owe you anything.” “Come now. After everything I did for you? I gave you a life, Isla. You wouldn’t have survived those years without me. And this new life you’ve built? It’s lovely. But it’s built on lies.”

He looked up when she entered. "Didn't expect you back here so soon," he said casually, motioning toward the empty armchair. "Everything alright?" She didn't sit. "You really thought that toast was funny?" she asked, arms folded. His brows lifted slightly, amused. "Lighten up, Caliste. It was just a nudge. Families talk about heirs—it's nothing new." Her jaw clenched. "I'm your daughter, not a royal broodmare."

#BrooksFamilyHeirAndStewartHeirFightOverOneWomanEndUpInHospital [So, it was all fake. I even felt bad for that gold digger's boyfriend before. Turns out they're both rich kids playing at being poor.] [Wait, if both guys are rich, shouldn't Yvette have held on to them tight?] [I heard the Stewart heir used Yvette as a bet to win back his childhood sweetheart. Had the Brooks heir pretend to be him to test her. That's just disgusting.] The same people who had been cursing me before suddenly switched sides.

“Why would I get married when I am not even betrothed to anyone?” Now it was Simon’s turn to sigh. “How would you be betrothed if you don’t even send a marriage proposal to anyone?” Truthfully, Simon wanted to ask himself when did his master start to be stubborn. Ever since he was young, he was always a sharp boy who always thought of the duchy’s future. That was why he remained as the heir even after the young lady, who seemed to be more of a Fiore than any one of them, arrived in the estate.