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

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.

"Enjoy the party, Elena. Because by the time Xavier and I are done, the only thing you’ll be wearing is a prison jumpsuit." As we turned to leave, the room erupted into a feverish hum of gossip. I felt Xavier’s hand on the small of my back, guiding me out. The message was sent: The servant was gone, and the Heiress had returned with a King at her side.

"I never scolded you for still having ties with Donald. I never scolded you for not having any children with me for him. So, I found a woman who would bear my child. I didn't make you do anything you didn't want. Don't make it my fault." His grin widened, and he straightened his back, as if he had finally found enough justification for his betrayal. "We might be childhood friends, but this circle has its rules. Heirs must be born, and lovers are always abundant. The heir and mistress are separate. It won't hurt your standing." A familiar ache throbbed in my chest. He was right. I knew this better than anyone. After all, this was not my first time. I said nothing. Then, I slapped him across t

"He's the heartthrob of New York, as well as the richest and most wanted bachelor in the state. His family's into real estate." "So just to be clear, he's rich because of his family" I asked and Wilma raised a brow. "Yeah, he's the heir to the Carter heirloom, so what?" She came and I sighed. Obviously he's gonna be another bigheaded jerk with zero personality all because he had no real experiences in life's struggles. "You know Amy, not all rich people are bad." "And I honestly don't care at all" I stated and began arranging the things on the counter.

“I stirred the pot by antagonizing the other patrons at the joint, angering him further making him blurt out in a fit of anger that he was no one’s illegitimate child and that he was the rightful heir and that he was married to Lord Rovner’s favorite daughter.” Martin’s gaze turned serious as he continued “Two things he said that day made me totally confused. First one was, how could a nobody like him, a man without a home or place of his own he a rightful heir? Wasn’t he just like my cousin, a free man?” “Second, how could marrying the daughter of Lord Rovner make him the heir apparent? Are there no male offsprings?”

"I-it was an accident that Mr. Lopez and I almost collided in the hallway the second day he came here, I didn't notice that he picked up and read the files." "Then what happened? Did he ask you about it?" She frowned while listening to Liz's explanation. She shook her head. "That same day, someone called me and made an appointment. The caller said that he was willing to invest in KRAS Malditah. So I agreed, I told you right away, and then you and your friends immediately settled this meeting with him and Mr. Castillo. Ms. Kim, I just recognized that he is... your husband. I-I mean your guest last week." She still couldn't look at her directly.

The crest of a certain powerful and influential family. The young woman looked up at the soaring glass ceiling of the Wisteria Heights building, a small, mirthless smile playing on her lips. They thought she was a "loser." They thought she was a servant. They had no idea that the girl clearing their floors was the heir to a legacy that had once toppled an empire. She was a hidden heir. And she was a winner. And in the city of Wisteria, a new game was about to begin. The "loser" was back. And this time, she was coming for everything.

But as something between man and myth. Cursed never to feel the full depth of love, never to belong, never to choose. Only to fulfill the vow. Only to serve. Only to endure. Until Seraphine. She was the last heir. The final binding. The one person who might break the cycle… or doom them both to another eternity. He pulled his glove back on and walked. Not toward her. Toward the end of something old. And the beginning of something he couldn’t name. The forest did not fear him—but it remembered him.