The Heir And The Servent Started From A Bet novel Chapter 131

Chapter 131

Alex woke up with a pounding in his chest.

He stared at the ceiling for a few seconds, his breathing uneven.

What the fuck?

Sweat dampened the collar of his tee, for a moment, he couldn’t tell if he was still dreaming or already awake.

The images started playing in his head-his father, Charles Blackwell, standing far too close to Mia… kissing her.

Alex sat up immediately, his chest rising and falling fast. “What the hell?” he muttered to himself, pressing his palm against his forehead. His stomach turned.

Why the hell would he dream about something like that? Of all the things to dream about, why his father and his girlfriend?

It was sick.

Disgusting.

He rubbed his eyes hard, trying to shake the disturbing image from his head. It was just a dream, he told himself. Nothing more. Dreams meant nothing.

The first thing he did was grab his phone. He needed to hear her voice. To wipe that twisted image from his brain. To ground himself.

He dialed her number, waiting.

One ring. Two. Three. Four.

Then the automated voice *The number you have dialed is currently unreachable. Please try again later.*

He blinked. Stared at the screen. Then tried again.

Same result.

Again.

Still nothing.

A cold weight pressed down on his chest.

He checked the time. Almost 8AM. She should be up by now. If she wasn’t, she should still have picked up. Even when she was tired, even when she mumbled through sleep, she always answered..

Always.

He jumped out of bed, barely stopping to throw on a hoodie and jeans. He walked quickly to his mother’s room. They were both still asleep.

He gently shook his mother awake. She blinked, startled. “Alex? What’s wrong?”

“Stay inside today, Mom. You and Julian. Lock the doors. Don’t open for anyone, not even if it’s him.”

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She sat up slowly, frowning. “Is something wrong?”

“I don’t know yet,” Alex said, running a hand through his hair. “But I have a bad feeling. Just promise me you’ll stay inside. No

matter what.”

“Is it your father?” She asked suddenly looking more awake.

“I don’t know yet mom” Alex said again. He didn’t want to jump into conclusions just yet.” Please both of you should stay in. Just… stay in, Please.”

They nodded, concern etched in their tired faces.

He grabbed his keys and left.

He didn’t care how fast he was driving. The speed limit didn’t matter. Neither did the red lights. He only had one thought, one fear-something had happened to Mia.

Her phone still wasn’t going through. The longer it stayed off, the louder the alarm in his head got.

Maybe she’s just sleeping in.

But no. Mia was a light sleeper. She always kept her phone by her bed. She always picked up. If she didn’t, she called back within minutes.

He turned the corner sharply, tires screeching against the pavement.

Maybe she left her phone at work?

But he talked to her last night?

This morning he was going to talk to her about his moving plan. And now her number wasn’t going through?

His knuckles turned white around the steering wheel. His breath came faster, shallower. His jaw clenched.

His mind wouldn’t stop spinning.

What if his father did something?

He shook his head….

Fuck!

He tries his best to protect her.

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He had tried to stay ahead of the game. But Charles Blackwell always moved in the shadows. Always had a plan. Always controlled the board. Alex had fought hard to get his mother and brother out from under his thumb. But now-what if Mia paid the price?

His heart twisted violently.

No. No, he wouldn’t let that happen.

He pressed his foot harder on the gas.

The streets blurred past him. His brain ran through every possible scenario.

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6:50 pm

Chapter 131

And that dream-as sick and twisted as it was, maybe it wasn’t just a dream.

Maybe it was a warning.

He hated the panic rising in his throat, the way it made his hands shake slightly as he gripped the wheel.

He wasn’t like this. He was always calm. Controlled.

When he got to Mia’s street, this time he didn’t stop where he usually did.

His gut was twisting too much. Something didn’t feel right. Something felt wrong-very, very wrong.

He pulled the car right up to the front of her apartment building, parked it without even checking the mirror:

His fingers trembled as he pulled out his phone again, thumb fumbling against the screen as he dialed Mia’s number for what must have been the 100 times that morning.

Still not available.

Not even ringing.

Just dead silence.

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