The Heir And The Servent Started From A Bet novel Chapter 129

Chapter 129

“You know,” Charles began, pausing to look at each of them with contempt, “I thought about how to take care of all this.”

His eyes settled on Ethan. “First, you went after my son,” he said, his voice flat, pointing at him. “And I let it slide.”

Mia saw Ethan flinch, but he said nothing. He looked small, broken. Even now, he couldn’t defend himself. None of them could.

“Now, my second son?” Charles turned to Mia, his gaze like knives against her skin. “You think I’d wait around and let that happen?”

Mia’s heart thudded so loud in her ears, she could barely hear herself breathe. Her arms wrapped tighter around her middle as if that might keep her together.

Her mother clung to her on one side, her sisters on the other. All of them were crying. Shaking.

“I don’t know why you bastards keep targeting my family,” Charles continued. “But it ends today.”

A quiet, strangled sob broke from Lily, but no one dared speak.

Charles laughed, cold and humorless. “I thought about burying you all-dumping your bodies in the ground. That would have been the cleanest solution. And honestly, I think the people in this town would’ve thanked me.”

Her stomach turned. She wanted to throw up.

“But,” Charles added, lifting a finger, as though it made him noble, “I respect this land too much to stain it with your filth. So I made a decision.”

He stepped closer, his polished shoes echoing against the warehouse floor. “I want you all gone. Not tomorrow. Not next week. Now.”

Mia’s mother scrambled forward on her knees. “We will leave. We will leave,” she begged, her voice breaking.

Charles barely looked at her. “Good. Because I’ve taken the liberty of making sure that happens. There’s a ship leaving tonight. I don’t care where it’s going, but it’s far enough. You’re going to get on it. And you’re never coming back.”

He snapped his fingers, and one of his men stepped out briefly, returning seconds later with a black duffel bag.

Charles gestured to it. “Consider it… charity.”

Mia blinked. No one moved.

“There’s two hundred thousand dollars in that bag. Enough for you to start over, wherever you end up. You’re not taking anything else. No clothes. No photos. No memories. Just this and your rotten lives.”

The Turners nodded. All of them. Because what other choice did they have?

Mia’s mother whispered, “Thank you,” through trembling lips.

But Charles wasn’t done.

His

gaze zeroed in on Mia again. She felt like a rabbit caught in a snare, frozen in place while something monstrous crept closer.

“Never set foot in Willowcrest again,” he said. “Not for a funeral. Not for a wedding. Not for anything.”

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Mia nodded, unable to speak. Tears rolled down her cheeks silently.

Charles stepped closer, invading her space, towering over her.

“And if you try to contact my son,” he said, his voice dropping to a deadly whisper, “in any way… I will find you. And when I do, I will make sure you watch while I torture and kill every single member of your disgraceful family before I cut off your limbs and feed them to vultures.”

Mia’s breath caught. The room tilted. For a moment she thought she might faint, but her body wouldn’t even allow her that

escape.

Charles didn’t wait for a reply. He turned, coat whipping slightly with his movement, and walked out of the warehouse as calmly as he had entered.

No one spoke. No one moved. It was as though the room had forgotten how to breathe.

Mia’s hand trembled violently as she pressed it over her mouth, desperate to muffle the sob that broke through her throat.

The rawness of it burned. Her chest ached like someone had torn it open and left it exposed to the night wind. Around her, her siblings and mother were doing their best not to collapse under the weight of what had just happened.

Two guards, armed and cold-eyed, stood by the warehouse door. “Stand up. Now! The ship is about to leave.”

The sharpness in the man’s voice jolted everyone upright, legs shaky, breaths uneven.

Mia’s knees nearly gave out from under her, but her brother reached over and steadied her without saying a word. It was all too much to process.

They all stood up.

Their mother picked up the black duffle bag filled with the $200,000 Charles Blackwell had thrown at them.

It didn’t feel like money. It felt like a slap. A final reminder of what little they were worth in this town.

As they were pushed forward, the warehouse doors opened fully, and the waterfront lay before them.

Massive ships lined the edge of the water. Cargo was being pulled, containers locked and secured. Workers moved around, yelling over engines, coordinating in languages Mia didn’t understand.

Everyone was just looking at them and looking away like this was a normal accurace. Like two men weren’t pointing a gun at them.

Mia hugged herself tightly, trying to gather the pieces of herself that had shattered inside.

She had always dreamed of leaving Willowcrest. Every night she lay awake hoping to escape. But not like this.

Not running with her family like criminals in the middle of the night. Not boarding a ship like cattle, under the barrel of a gun. No idea where they are going.

He has Alex.

Alex

The wedding invitation she saw flashing in her mind like a cruel joke.

Maybe it was, maybe Charles’ Blackwell had lied to her.

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Maybe he didn’t.

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