The Heir And The Servant, Started From A Bet Novelas e Histórias

Grandma asked "There's no even need for that. The first and last one are quite easy but the second one is going to be a bit difficult so if you can pass the other two stages and meet the exact requirement, you'll automatically become the heir or heiress. The person with the highest profit wins and it must be two companies" she added "So..... Who are we starting with? Since we have only one male here, starting with him won't be a bad idea. John Campbell, step forward with your ledgers" Grandma said and I heaved a sigh of relief

And somewhere beneath the soil, a new seed began to stir, waiting for the rain, waiting for the light, waiting to become something more. The heir had planted her tree. And now the next heir would do the same. THE END

She said as she stretched out her hand to receive his. She scanned the room briefly and found no signs of Hydra or Lord Earn. Have they abandoned her? She asked herself with panic building in her chest. Last she remembered, Lord Earn was on his way to the dais to talk to the King. The music began suddenly, Prince Caspian grabbed Larissa's hand firmly as they began to waltz. Spinning and circles and shuffling their feet to the slow, rhythmic music. It was perfect, but even so more when their eyes met.

He started off using me as his excuse in the beginning but once when his mom got too pushy and sent her head servant here to all but command an appearance I got to see the heir in action. Now I know he's a big momma's boy, so the way he shut her down that day gave me lots to think about. He doesn't know I overheard though, so I can't even bring it up. I get the feeling though that there was more going on than him giving me time to get settled like he keeps saying.

Then he reached inside his suit jacket and withdrew the original leather-bound document containing my maid service debt. He placed it over the ten-million-euro check. “The debt is settled,” he said. His voice was so cold that it barely sounded human. “She is no longer my servant.” Something inside my chest cracked. Alessandra laughed. It was a cruel, satisfied sound, the kind of laugh belonging to someone who had just won a battle. Don Bernardo's expression remained unreadable, but his brow furrowed as he studied Seb. I couldn't move. The tray trembled in my hands, the crystal glasses rattling softly against one another.

He and I had been friends back in the day, and my family had helped his family plenty. However, things were different now. He leered at me when he saw me. "Well, well, well. If it isn't Elisa Camden, the heiress of the Camden family. How the mighty have fallen—you're nothing but an escort now! Come on, let me take a good look at you."

"This kind of thing is normal where we're from. If the older brother's gone, the younger one steps in." "Exactly. They paid for you to marry in. You can't just take the money and back out now." A cold laugh settled in my chest. The Strouds paid 20 thousand for the marriage, and I brought every cent back with me. Less than six months into the marriage, my father-in-law, Quinton Stroud, had gambled it all away. I never saw a dime, but somehow I was the one blamed for taking it. There were too many of them, and I had no interest in arguing with a room full of people like this.

“Because your family erased the wrong name.” Isabella stared at him. “What name?” He unfolded the paper. “The name of the true heir.” Serena's heart began to pound. She looked at Amelia. “You said there were two heirs.” “There were,” Amelia replied. The man smiled. “One was born with the blood.” He looked at Isabella. “The other was chosen to carry the crown.” His eyes shifted to Serena. “And everyone assumed they knew which was which.” Serena's voice became cold. “Stop speaking in riddles.”

"The contract doesn't require it. It doesn't say anywhere that you owe me a history." "I know that." His hands tightened in his lap. "I'm doing it anyway." The wind picked up. A few dry leaves skittered across the path. I should have answered with something clever. I should have made a joke about clause nine, subsection two, no emotional entanglements. But there wasn't a clause nine. There had never been an entanglement clause. We had both been so careful to leave it out. "Okay," I whispered. He blinked. "Okay?"

Or are you his wife? “Not like that…” She tried to speak but I cut her off. “You better respect yourself, Rita. You should know that I am carrying the Heir to the Steel's Group. If you don't have respect for me, at least show some respect to the Unborn Heir to the Steel Family wealth!” “Excuse me!” I hissed, walking out on Rita. I wonder what type of Servants we have nowadays. They are so rude. When Ivy was still here, they respected her so much but me? They are always showing off!