The Heir And The Servent Started From A Bet novel Chapter 141

Chapter 141

The next morning, Willowcrest looked the same as it always did, peaceful on the outside, but he knew better.

There was poison buried deep in the soil of this town. He had lived in it long enough to know what darkness looked like even in daylight.

He is Willowcrest…

But today he is leaving it behind.

When he finished checking the travel documents again. Everything was in order. The private jet was already waiting.

All the names had been changed. The identities on the manifest were clean, convincing. For now, they weren’t the Blackwells. They were just three people trying to start over. An escape plan, designed with precision.

Alex had paid top dollar to make sure there would be no digital footprint. His father had eyes everywhere, but even he had

his limits.

Alex had discovered one place in the world where Charles Blackwell’s connections meant nothing.

A country where power and wealth couldn’t protect him, where Alex could finally build something of his own without a shadow constantly hanging over him.

He would protect his family at all costs. No more manipulation. No more fear.

He stepped outside to see Julian and their mom waiting by the car. His mom had her arm around Julian’s shoulder, both of them trying to act calm, but Alex could see it. The way their eyes shifted. The way Julian kept fidgeting with the zipper on his jacket. The way his mom kept scanning the quiet street like she was expecting someone to show up and ruin everything.

“Ready?” Alex asked, his voice soft.

Julian nodded too quickly.

His mom gave a small, nervous smile. “Let’s go.”

Alex drove them to the private airstrip on the edge of town. The road was mostly empty. As the car moved past the familiar

streets.

Julian pressed his forehead against the window.

“We’re really doing this,” he said quietly.

“Yeah,” Alex replied. “We are.”

His mom looked back at the town as they drove. “Do you think he’ll come after us?”

Alex didn’t answer right away. His jaw tightened. He focused on the road.

“Even if he tries, he won’t find us,” he finally said. “Not for a long time. At least not now, eventually he will though.”

Julian turned to him. “You’re sure about this country? That Dad really has no power there?”

They needed where to start over, somewhere he can’t use his connections to frustrate their life.

“Positive,” Alex said. “I did my homework”

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They reached the airstrip. The jet stood waiting, sleek and silver.

A small crew was already loading what little luggage they had. Everything else would be sent over in time, including Alex’s

car.

Alex opened the door for his mom first, then Julian.

He escorted his mom and brother to the steps of the plane, glancing around one last time. No suspicious cars. No last- minute confrontations. No one lurking in the shadows.

His heart was racing until the wheels lifted off the ground.

Only when the jet was fully in the sky did he exhale.

He let his body fall back into the plush seat, the hum of the engines replacing the loud thoughts in his head.

Julian was smiling, finally. Their mom had tears in her eyes, but they weren’t from fear. Not this time.

A flight attendant walked over and offered them glasses of wine. Alex took his and handed the others theirs. They raised the glasses.

“To new beginnings,” his mom whispered.

“To freedom,” Julian added.

Alex clinked their glasses together. “To peace.”

He looked out the window, watching as the clouds swallowed up the last pieces of the past.

No one said anything for a while. The silence felt good for once.

After his mother fell asleep, curled up peacefully, Alex rose from his seat and walked over to where Julian sat, staring blankly out the plane window.

He sat next to his brother quietly.

“Thank you,” Julian said after a long pause, his voice lower than usual. “For everything you’ve done for me. For Mom. For being the big brother I failed to be to you.”

Alex turned his head slightly, looking at Julian, but said nothing yet.

Julian gave a dry chuckle, his voice tinged with both guilt and affection. “You became the big brother. You protected me. You protected Mom. Thank you, Alexander.”

Alex nodded once, still quiet.

“You did protect me too, you know,” Alex finally said. “Remember that one time in school, when that huge kid was picking

on me?”

Julian squinted, thinking. “You mean Dagin?”

Alex gave a soft laugh. “Yes. That guy. Whatever happened to him?”

“I think they moved,” Julian said with a grin. “Besides, you were like five, Alex. Look at you now. Taking down grown men like it’s nothing.”

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myself. You stepped in. You didn’t hesitate. You were my hero.”

Julian’s eyes softened.

“And now,” Alex continued, “I’m just returning the favor. You protected me from someone I couldn’t handle back then. Now I’m protecting you… from someone you couldn’t handle.”

“Not really the same though, is it?” Julian argued lightly, leaning back in his seat.

Alex tilted his head. “Yes, it is”

Julian let out a breath. “Except I’m a grown man.”

“And we’re talking about Charles Blackwell,” Alex countered, raising an eyebrow. “Grown men with white beards are terrified of that man.”

That made Julian laugh out loud. “Fair point,” he agreed, shaking his head.

There was a quiet moment between them. Julian looked toward the aisle, then back at Alex.

“Never really asked,” Julian said, softer now. “What are we doing first when we get there”

Alex turned his full attention to his brother. There was a slight hesitation before he spoke.

“Julian,” he said, “I want you to go to rehab.”

Julian didn’t even flinch. He nodded almost immediately.

“I know,” he said. “You know I’ve wanted to. Even in Willowcrest. But…”

Alex nodded. He knew. He knew how hard Julian had tried. Knew how many nights he’d cried alone. How many times their father had called him weak, had threatened him, humiliated him for struggling. Said he was a man, and real men didn’t need rehab or therapy, didn’t need help. Just willpower.

But that shame had nearly killed Julian.

“I fought him for years to let you get help,” Alex said.

His father didn’t care. He only cared about the family name. His reputation. Not Julian

Julian swallowed hard, looking away briefly. “I know.”

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