The Heir And The Servent Started From A Bet novel Chapter 137

Chapter 137

Mia sat quietly on one of the worn benches hooked to the outer deck of the massive cargo ship.

The breeze was soft, brushing strands of her dark hair against her cheek, but she didn’t move to tuck them behind her ear. She just sat there, eyes locked on the endless sea.

The water was dark and wide, stretching into nothingness. Just like her future.

She hadn’t eaten much. She had tried to walk around the ship with the others to try and distract herself from the mess of emotions inside her, but Mia couldn’t.

She had no interest in the ship, or the food, or the random chatter her siblings made to keep from falling apart.

Her world had already fallen apart.

She had been staring at the sea for what felt like hours.

The ache in her chest had dulled into a throbbing weight.

One moment she was making plans with the person she loved, and the next, she was ripped from everything familiar, everything she ever wanted.

She lowered her eyes, whispering to the air around her, “I miss you.”

The wind didn’t answer. It just moved past her like everything else in her life. Moving. Leaving. Gone.

Tears stung her eyes again. It felt endless now, the pain.

How could it end like this?

She closed her eyes tightly, trying to imagine his face. The way he smiled, the way talks, the way he walks.

The way his hand always reached for hers even when she was upset. The sound of his laugh. The scent of his cologne still lingered in her memory.

They were supposed to be together. It seemed impossible, but she had hoped.

She had fought it at first. Repeated it in her head over and over…. A Blackwell and a Turner can never be.

But Alex loved her, he did so without holding back. And Mia fell harder than it was humanly possible.

For the first time, she believed in something more than survival. She believed in love.

She had expected hate. Expected his sneers, his threats, even an envelope full of money to bribe her to leave his son.

But not this.

Not being dragged out in the middle of the night like criminals with guns to their heads. Not being forced onto a ship, cast away like garbage to be dumped far from the life they had tried to build.

Mia wrapped her arms around herself, trying to hold herself together. The pain in her chest was physical now. Sharp, deep.

It hurts to breathe.

She wondered what Alex was doing right now.

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What is his reaction as he can’t reach her.

By now he would know she is not in Willowcrest…

What is he doing?

Is he trying to find her?

Has he found out the truth of what his father did?

Something tells her that Charles Blackwell will cover his track of his involvement with their disappearance.

He obviously won’t want Alex to know he did something.

She wonders what that evil man schemed up to cover up his wickedness.

She shook her head quickly, wiping the tears with the back of her hand.

Charles Blackwell was powerful. He was cruel. He knows how to bury the truth. He can make Alex and the whole of Willowcrest believe whatever he wants them to believe.

They weren’t just leaving Willowcrest.

They were being erased.

Her heart beat harder in her chest at that thought. She wasn’t just losing a home. She was losing Alex. The one person who saw her, who loved her despite the name she carried.

She wrapped her arms tighter around herself.

“How am I supposed to live without you?” she asked the ocean, her voice trembling.

There was no answer. Just the soft whistle of the wind.

This wasn’t how she imagined her life would turn out. Not even close.

Footsteps approached, slow and unsure. Mia didn’t have to look to know who it was. She felt his presence before she saw

him.

Ethan.

Her older brother walked up and sank down beside her, his movements heavy with guilt and exhaustion.

For a while, neither of them spoke. They just sat in the silence, side by side.

Mia wiped at her face, catching a stray tear before it could fall. She sniffed quietly, trying not to let her emotions spill again. But it was hard.

Ethan glanced at her, his face tight. “I’m sorry, Mia,” he said softly.

She let out a quiet, humorless chuckle. “For what? I should be the one apologizing.”

Her voice cracked at the end, and she hated how fragile it sounded..

She turned her eyes back to the sea. “I’m the reason Blackwell shipped us off like unwanted goods,” she whispered.

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