The Heir And The Servent Started From A Bet novel Chapter 59

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Mia kept her head down, focusing on the drinks she was balancing on her tray.

The shining tiny lights, lights up Casa Lounge highlighting the usual scene-rich entitled brats lounging around in expensive shirts and designer dresses, sipping on overpriced liquor as if the world revolved around them.

She was used to it. Used to the way they barely acknowledged her existence unless they needed something. Used to the way they laughed a little too loud, flaunting their wealth and power.

But tonight her thoughts were all over the place

It wasn’t the customers or the music playing in the background. It was the absence of someone-someone she didn’t even want to think about.

Alex.

Mia pressed her lips together and forced the thought out of her head. She was done with him. After what happened that morning, she had made a promise to herself.

She wasn’t going to be a toy for him to play with anymore.

She wasn’t going to let him pull her in, only to shove her away the next moment.

And yet…

Even as she walked between tables, smiling politely at customers who barely looked at her, she noticed his absence.

It was ridiculous. It wasn’t like Alex came to Casa Lounge every day. He had no reason to. But for some reason, Mia had grown so used to seeing him that his absence felt like a missing piece in the background of her life.

She didn’t care.

At least, that’s what she told herself.

The first day, she ignored it. The second day, she pretended she didn’t notice.

By the third day, it started to bother her.

Maybe it was a habit. Maybe it was the way he occupied her mind more than he should. Or maybe she was just losing her

mind.

Mia shook her head. Whatever.

It wasn’t her business.

And yet, on the fourth day, when she spotted his friends-Lucas, Sam, and Dan—laughing in their usual corner, something inside her twisted.

No Alex.

Mia didn’t ask. She couldn’t ask. People like her weren’t even supposed to breathe his name, much less be concerned about his whereabouts.

But the worry was there, clawing at the edges of her mind.

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She told herself she didn’t care.

She reminded herself of all the cruel things he had said, all the ways he had pushed her away like she was nothing.

She reminded herself of who she was and who he was.

And still, the worry wouldn’t go away.

A week passed.

A whole damn week.

And Mia felt like she was going insane.

It was pathetic, really.

She sat on her bed, phone in her hands, staring at the blank screen as if it held the answers she needed.

She had his number. She could text him.

But what would she even say?

She typed, Hi.

Her fingers hovered over the send button. She stared at it for what felt like forever.

Then, before she could overthink, she pressed send.

A sharp breath left her lungs as she clutched the phone to her chest.

No, no, no.

What the hell was she thinking?

Mia quickly clicked on the message, trying to delete it, but before she could-

Seen.

Her heart stopped.

Oh my God.

She dropped the phone on the bed as if it had burned her. Panic rushed through her veins, her mind screaming at her for being so damn stupid.

Why did she do that?

Why did she care?

She paced around her small room, hands on her head, waiting for a response.

Any response.

But nothing came.

Minutes passed.

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Then an hour.

Then two.

Then three.

And still-nothing.

Mia sat on the edge of her bed, staring at the phone like it was broken.

No reply.

Not even a damn acknowledgment.

Something in her chest tightened.

She wasn’t sure what she had expected. Maybe a simple hi. Maybe a sarcastic remark? anything.

But he gave her nothing.

And somehow, that hurt more than she wanted to admit.

By the time it was evening, Mia forced herself to get ready for work.

She told herself she wouldn’t care anymore..

It’s done. She’s done….

Mia tried not to feel ashamed of herself.

Tried not to feel regret.

It was just a simple hi. That was all. She hadn’t sent him a love letter, hadn’t poured her feelings into a message. It was just a single, meaningless word.

And yet, the way Alex ignored her made her feel like she had done something humiliating.

Like she had crossed some invisible line.

Like she mattered so little to him that even acknowledging her existence was too much effort.

Mia clenched her jaw and shoved her phone deep into her bag, forcing herself to push the feeling away. She had work to do. She wasn’t going to let some stupid text ruin her night.

Casa Lounge was its usual crowded mess-rich kids wasting money like it grew on trees, voices rising above the clinking of glasses, the scent of expensive cologne and cigarette smoke hanging in the air.

Mia kept her head down, moving through the chaos with practiced ease, letting herself fall into the rhythm of her job.

But even as she worked, a familiar unease sat in the back of her mind, refusing to leave.

She was wiping down a table when Emily, her coworker/friend, mentioned something that made Mia freeze in place.

“I’m going to that underground fight tonight,” Emily said casually, tossing her long braid over her shoulder. “Going with my

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baby. You know how obsessed he is with that Phantom A”

Mia’s heart slammed against her ribs.

Phantom A.

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