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

¶ I read it again. And again. Then I opened the second link. By Pack Insider. ¶ The word around the upper circle is that a certain heir's new "mate" is a former bartender from the lower districts with no status and no business being anywhere near a founding bloodline. "She showed up out of nowhere with a child that happens to look exactly like him‚" says one source close to the situation. "You do the math." The heir's former fiancée‚ a prominent figure in eastern trade‚ is reportedly devastated but maintaining her dignity. Unlike some people.¶

“You think surviving a mirror trick makes you strong?” “No,” she said. “But surviving *you* will.” A hush fell. Then the veiled one spoke again. “Let it be known. Lord Caleris D’Argent conspired with the old gods to bind the heir’s bloodline. He broke his oath and sealed his own sister’s fate.” Gasps rose from the watching court. Her uncle bared his teeth. “She would have destroyed us all! I kept the line safe. I—” “You sealed the door and called it mercy,” Seraphine said coldly. “You watched her burn.”

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 Hazel. 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. Mr Rogers stood abruptly from his seat, almost tumbling with anger. "What do you mean you choose her? She is a servant! This is not what we agreed to! You are supposed to be engaged to our daughter!"

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."

She laughed as if she was expelling the foul air in her mouth. After she was done laughing, she continued, "Let's first start with Eva. Eve coming to look for me today was something I had not expected. I was waiting for my husband, Marcus, inside the cafe. The person that I was supposed to meet was also Marcus and not Eva. However, Eva was the one who came to meet me. The Shaw family has never treated their servants as servants, but they also have a limit, and would never let a servant interfere with the master's marriage, right? Servants are not inferior but are just people with different jobs. Of course, the servants also have the right to marry the masters because everyone is equal in thi

“One day you’re going to beg for my kisses like they’re the only thing keeping you alive.” “In your wildest dreams.” He climbed out of the car and made for his room which was secluded from the main house. I was about to follow when Luca rushed down the stairs with a tablet in hand. “The headline was posted a couple minutes ago,” he said, showing me the screen. ‘FROM HEIR TO SERVANT: How Billionaire Heir Fell From Grace’. A picture of Jade cleaning the table at the dinner we just left was attached under it. The news was on every front page, already becoming the most searched article in less than ten minutes.

Their smirks were the last thing he saw. Somewhere, far from the church in a remote castle, the shadow around the room squirmed before slowly stretching out as two silhouettes walked out of it. It was the Duchess and her butler, who also served as her contracted partner. Her family members were nowhere to be seen. "Mistress, was it wise to antagonize the heir so openly again? If he even has half the talent of his father upon his awakening, he will without a doubt become a powerhouse. In the first place, is it possible for a Blessed to not become powerful?"

At first I paid no heed to his words, as all of my attention was focused on his look and body build, but then ut dawned on me, he had just called me a fucking servant. “A servant?” I blotted out, genuinely annoyed about those words, what part of me illustrated I was a servant. I scanned through myself that instant, yeah well I didn't look more like a crown heir's wife but neither did I look like a servant. I had a regular floral gown on with my hair folded up into a rough bun. Lira hadn't of late being interested in making me look my best and I had no fucking idea how to do that. I watched him bend slowly after saying that and coming back up with my bra in his hand. I looked into my hands ha