The Heir And The Servent Started From A Bet novel Chapter 130

Chapter 130

Mia felt numb. The iron wall of the ship pressed against her temple as she leaned her head there. Her eyes were wide open but she wasn’t seeing anything.

The low groan of the ship echoes as it starts moving.

Her arms were wrapped tightly around her chest, not for warmth, but to hold herself together. If she loosened her grip even a little, she feared she would fall apart entirely.

No one spoke. They were drained. Nobody was crying anymore. They had run out of tears somewhere between the screaming and begging for their life at gunpoint.

Their lives meant nothing.

That was the bitter truth she had to endure all her life.

All the humiliation, all the insults, all the side-glances in the streets, all the turned-down opportunities-none of it compared to this. To being dragged from her sleep like a criminal.

To being pushed into a ship in the middle of the night like a disease being removed from a town.

They left with nothing. Not one bag, not a single piece of clothing, not even a photograph. Just their body and the weight of everything she was about to lose.

She swallowed hard, trying to breathe through the tight ache in her chest. It wasn’t just fear anymore. It was grief. Grief for everything she was leaving behind. Her life. Her dignity……

Alex.

The moment his name entered her mind, a sob threatened to escape. But she bit down on it. She’s tired of crying.

God she’s going to miss him.

Even now, even after the threats, even after being thrown on this boat like trash, she would have called him. She would have risked everything just to hear his voice. Just to say goodbye.

How will Alex react to her sudden disappearance?

Will he suspect his father?

Will he look for her?

Will he even care?

Was he really getting married to Zoe?

That image on the invitation card is burned into her memory now. Even when she closed her eyes, it was there.

Her heart ached because she did believe in Alex. She believed in everything they shared. The laughter. The softness in his eyes when he looked at her. The way he held her like he needed her to live. That couldn’t be fake.

Well, here she is. On a ship. Leaving everything behind.

The room shook as the ship rolled into deeper waters. Their mother was sitting in a corner.. Lily was curled into herself, arms hugging her knees. Ann sat beside her, staring blankly at the floor. Ethan was staring at the wall.

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Chapter 130

They are lost….

The Turners

That name had always been a curse. It was the surname that had closed doors, sparked rumors, earned sneers and insults. In school, in jobs, in public-it followed them like a mark of disgrace. And now it had finally exiled them.

They were nothing.

If they were somebody, if they mattered, they wouldn’t be here. They wouldn’t have been dragged out in the middle of the night like criminals. They wouldn’t be forced onto a ship to an unknown place with no explanation.

This is what it means to be powerless.

A powerful, heartless man who decided they didn’t belong in his perfect town made the decision for them.

One man decided they didn’t deserve to live in the same place as him.

One man with enough money and influence to make them disappear.

Mia tightened her arms around herself. This was all her fault. Or at least, in Charles Blackwell’s eyes, it was.

She had dared to love his son.

She had dared to walk beside Alex at that party, to hold his hand in public, to kiss him like she belonged.

She had dared to think she could rewrite the script of her life.

And Charles had written her out.

She should have known. She should have seen it coming. People like her weren’t allowed to dream too big. Not in Willowcrest. Not when their last name was Turner.

She let her head fall back against the wall again. She didn’t know where they were going. The man at the dock hadn’t even looked at them properly. He had just waved them inside like cargo. There was no plan. No destination.

And maybe that was all they could hope for now.

Escape.

Her breath hitched as she remembered the way Alex had promised to see her the next day. The way his voice had sounded over the phone. Soft. Full of love. Full of hope.

“I want to talk to you about some things, babe.”

She had said okay. She had gone to sleep thinking about him. Dreaming about their future.

And now?.

Would he even know she was gone?

Would he look for her?

Would he suspect his father?

Her eyes burned, but she forced herself to blink the tears away.

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Chapter 130

She had to be strong.

No one knew what time it was. Or how long they’d been on the water. They’d stopped keeping track the moment they were thrown inside like they were trash.

Mia sat in the corner, knees to her chest. She didn’t cry. Not anymore. There was no more room inside her for tears.

She didn’t flinch when Lily yelled.

She didn’t even blink when she was blamed.

She just sat there.

Because Lily was right.

“Are we going to pretend we don’t know why that man did this to us?” Lily snapped, her voice sharp, hoarse. Her face was streaked with dried tears, her eyes red, tired, furious.

“Not now, Lily,” their mom whispered, trying to lean her head against the wooden wall, the way someone does when their body just wants to shut off.

“Not now? Then when?” Lily spat, sitting up straight. Her hands were trembling. “We are being shipped out like fucking cargo in the middle of the night to God knows where because Mia-” she turned then, her eyes full of fire- “because Mia decided to go date a Blackwell. Of all the men in Willowcrest.”

Mia didn’t look up. She just kept her eyes on the floor, on the small crack running between the wood.

Lily’s voice cracked. “The same Blackwell that has hated us for years! The same man that almost killed us after Ethan fucked up and gave Jullian those drugs. And what did you do, huh, Mia? You just went and opened the door again. You made him remember us!”

“I said enough, Lily,” their mother murmured again. But her voice was weak. Almost like she knew it was no use.

“Miss I-know-it-all,” Lily hissed bitterly. “You always act so fucking clean, so perfect. Like you’re better than us. You think dressing pretty and getting straight A’s means you’re different? You’re not. You’re just another Turner who ruined everything.”

Still, Mia said nothing.

Julian let out a sigh and shifted in his corner, rubbing his face. “Stop with the shouting, Lily. You’ll give me a headache.”

“Fuck you,” Lily snapped.

He didn’t respond. None of them had the energy to argue.

But Mia… Mia understood. Every word Lily said burned in her chest. Because she wasn’t wrong.

It was her.

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