The Heir And The Servent Started From A Bet novel Chapter 119

Chapter 119

Mia stepped into the staff changing room, the moment she closed the door behind her, she felt eyes on her.

“You’re dating Alex Blackwell.”

The voice was sharp. Blunt.

Emily.

Mia turned slowly. Her co-worker-and until recently, someone she considered a friend-was staring at her like she had grown a second head.

Mia blinked, already unzipping her bag to pull out her uniform shirt.

“You have been lying to me all this time,” Emily said, arms crossed like she was the one betrayed.

Mia let out a slow breath, not in the mood for a confrontation. Not when she was already emotionally drained. She didn’t even glance up as she pulled the uniform shirt over her tank top.

“Technically, I didn’t lie,” she said calmly. “Last time you asked, I didn’t say anything. You just jumped to the conclusion that it was impossible for Alex Blackwell to be dating me.”

Emily opened her mouth to speak, but Mia cut in, her voice sharper now. “And besides, you should be the last person talking to me about secrets.”

That shut Emily up for a second. Her eyes narrowed. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Mia turned to face her fully now, arms folding across her chest. Her face was calm, but her voice held just the slightest bite. “When were you planning to tell me you’ve sleeping with the director?”

Emily’s eyes went wide. “What the f-?”

“It’s true and-”

Emily reached forward and tightly clamped her hand over Mia’s mouth.

“Keep your voice down,” she said under her breath.

Mia yanked her hand off. “Let go!”

Emily looked around, frantic. Her voice dropped immediately. “It’s not like that.”

Mia didn’t flinch. She just stared. Not angry. Not even surprised.

“Honestly, I don’t want to know why you’re cheating on your boyfriend in the first place. That’s your business. But next time you want to come at me with lectures about keeping secrets, maybe take a look in the mirror first.”

Emily’s expression flickered-guilt, embarrassment, and something else. Shame maybe.

Mia turned away, slipping on her apron and tying it tightly. Her fingers moved quickly. She wanted to get to the floor. Keep her hands busy. Keep her mind off things.

Just as she reached for the door, Emily touched her arm.

Itwasn’t forceful. It wasn’t angry.

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Just quiet. Almost scared.

Don’t tell anyone?” she whispered.

Mia looked down at Emily’s hand, then back at her face. Her expression was unreadable.

A second passed.

Then she nodded. “Sure.”

Emily let go.

Mia walked out.

The door clicked softly shut behind her.

Was she too harsh on Emily? Maybe…. But she was just pissed Emily was even cheating on her boyfriend.

Then again, she shouldn’t judge her or see as someone untrustworthy.

In the end what Emily chose to do, is not her business.

Casa was alive with the usual weekend night chaos-laughter, clinking glasses, and the steady thump of music.

Mia moved quickly behind the bar and between tables, balancing trays of drinks with practiced ease.

She had spoken to Alex earlier, just after her shift started. He told her he was coming by.

The thought alone was enough to keep her going. No matter how exhausting the night felt, no matter how snobbish the customers got, she could breathe easier knowing he’ll be here soon.

The memory of their phone call still lingered. The way his voice had softened the moment she answered. The way he asked, so gently, if she was okay.

And she was. Now.

Everything her mother said earlier…every word, every toxic piece of advice meant to protect her by crushing her-Mia had pushed it out of her head. It didn’t belong there.

She wasn’t going to believe that her relationship was doomed just because it looked different from what people expected. Just because she was a Turner and he was a Blackwell.

The door to Casa swung open with a chime, and in walked the one person Mia had hoped not to see at least not for a long while.

Zoe Blackwell. Her heels clicked confidently against the floor, her mouth curled in that signature smirk. A girl clung to her arm, giggling at something Zoe whispered.

Mia’s heart dropped to her stomach.

Not tonight. Please, not tonight.

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She instinctively ducked her head, moving to the far side of the bar. If she could just stick to the opposite end of the room, maybe she wouldn’t have to serve Zoe or even make eye contact.

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But luck never seemed to follow Mia when Zoe was involved.

Still, she tried. She busied herself with the regulars, refilled empty glasses, took new orders, and even helped the new guy, Jake, who was struggling to carry a tray of cocktails without tipping them over.

She kept her eyes away from that corner of the room.

Until someone familiar walked through the front doors.

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