The Heir And The Servent Started From A Bet novel Chapter 117

Chapter 117

“What are you talking about, Mom?” her brows pinched together in disbelief.

Her mother didn’t flinch. Her arms were crossed, her tone colder than before. “I just hope you’re not delusional enough to think he’s going to marry you or something.”

For a moment, Mia just stared at her.

She couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe.

Her mother’s words sliced right through the soft, fragile place where she kept her hopes.

“You’re nothing but a shiny game to him right now, Mia. And like I said the moment he gets bored? He’ll drop you. Just like that.”

Mia’s chest burned.

It wasn’t just the words. It was the way she said them. So certain. So emotionless. Like she was reciting the truth

“I can’t believe you’re saying this,” Mia whispered, shaking her head slowly. “He’s not like that.”

Her mom’s lips tightened. “People like him don’t end up with people like us. That’s the reality. So when this kind of opportunity falls into your lap, you have to be smart enough to take advantage of it. Get what you can, before he finds the next shiny toy to play with.”

Mia blinked, her throat tightening. She wasn’t sure what hurt more-being called a toy, or the idea that her own mother thought that’s all she was worth to someone.

Her voice was small when she spoke. “So what, I’m supposed to rob him blind while he’s still here?”

“I’m saying,” her mom said, voice sharp now, “if you had any foolish thoughts about marriage, or long-term love with a man like that, you better remove it now. Immediately.”

Mia’s mouth opened, then closed again.

She felt cold all over.

Her mother leaned in slightly, as if to deliver the final blow. “What you need to focus on is what you can get from him while you still can. Subtle demands. Money. A car. A house. Better yet-make him buy you expensive gifts. Jewelry. Watches. Designer bags. Sell them later. That’s how you survive when it ends. That’s how you stay ahead.”

Mia sat there, stunned.

It took a few seconds before she found her voice again.

“Mom,” she said, barely able to control the tremble in her throat. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Her mother’s head snapped toward her. “Watch your tone with me.”

Mia laughed bitterly. “Watch my tone? You just came in here and told me to sell myself for survival, and you want me to watch my tone?”

“I’m trying to protect you!” her mom snapped. “You’re too blind to see it now, but love—whatever you think that is-doesn’t feed you when they’re gone. He’ll leave. They always do.”

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you remember what that means anymore.”

Her mom’s face twisted. “Love? With a Blackwell? Are you stupid?”

“Jesus Christ,” Mia muttered, running a hand through her hair as her voice broke. “This is unbelievable.”

Her mother stood too now, eyes blazing. “You don’t get to speak to me like that just because some rich man kissed you.”

“Leave me alone!” Mia shouted, her voice shaking with anger, her chest rising and falling fast.

“I said watch your tone!”

“I’m done watching it!” Mia snapped back, her voice now a mess of rage and pain. “I’ve watched it for years while you tore down everything I believed in just to protect me from the life you never had”

Tears threatened her eyes, but she didn’t let them fall.

Not here.

Not now..

Her hands moved fast-reaching for her bag, slinging it over her shoulder with more force than she meant to. She spotted her uniform folded on her dresser, grabbed it in one swift motion, then turned back to her mother with a cold finality in her

eyes.

“I’m done with this conversation,” she said.

Her mother stared at her, lips parted, but no words came.

And just like that, Mia pushed past her and stormed out of the room. Down the hallway. Through the living room. Out the front door. She didn’t stop moving.

She didn’t even pause to take her shoes from the rack.

She just ran.

She ran out of the house like it was choking her.

Like if she stayed another second, she’d drown in everything she didn’t want to feel.

Mia had no idea how long she’d been walking.

The air was still cool from the early morning, but not enough to chase away the heat rising beneath her skin—anger, confusion, sadness. It all move together like a storm in her chest.

She pulled her coat tighter around her as she turned onto a quieter street. Her bag felt heavier than usual, or maybe it was just everything else weighing her down.

This moment felt familiar. Too familiar.

The wandering. The silence. The feeling of not having anywhere to go.

Just like before-before Alex. Before the day he found her walking around aimlessly, pretending she was waiting for

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That day changed everything.

Alex. Her Alex.

He wasn’t supposed to care. He wasn’t supposed to look at her like she was more than just another person passing through his privileged life. But he did. Over and over again.

She blinked up at the sky, trying to calm the ache crawling up her throat. Her mother’s words echoed in her head like a chant she couldn’t silence. He’ll leave. He’s using you. You’re just something shiny to him.

But Mia shook her head hard, as if trying to physically knock the thoughts out of her mind. No. No, she refused to believe that.

Alex had changed.

She saw it in the way he held her at night, the way he kissed her forehead without thinking, the way his eyes softened every time he looked at her like she mattered. Like she was home.

He didn’t just want her. He chose her.

Over and over again.

She clenched her hands into fists, trying to hold herself together as a gust of wind swept past. She wasn’t going to break down again. She had already done enough of that.

Mia reached a park bench and sat down for a moment, watching the city begin to wake. There were joggers now, and early risers heading into coffee shops. Somewhere in the distance, someone was honking their car horn.

Work.

She checked the time. Just a little longer to go.

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