The Heir And The Servent Started From A Bet novel Chapter 75

Chapter 75

Alex didn’t want to go.

Not because of Mia.

He refused to believe that someone like her had any power over his decisions.

Casa had always been his place. His escape, his retreat.

Nothing would change that.

Not his father, not Mia, not whatever the hell was going on inside his own damn head.

After an entire day of dealing with his father’s bullshit, Alex needed a break. A drink. A distraction.

So here he was.

Casa was alive with the usual energy-laughter, clinking glasses, soft jazz humming through the speakers.

The blue led lighting gave the place its signature warmth, an intimacy that made people lower their voices, lean in closer.

Lucas and Sammy were already deep in conversation, throwing playful jabs at each other while Zoe sat beside him, sipping her drink.

Alex tried to focus. He really did.

But his eyes kept drifting.

Glancing around.

Searching.

Mia should be here.

She always was.

He had learned her schedule without meaning to-what days she worked, when her shift started, when she disappeared behind the staff door.

But tonight, she wasn’t here.

And for some reason, it bothered him.

Not that he cared.

No, he didn’t care.

It was just… unusual.

Alex felt Zoe watching him.

When he glanced in her direction, she arched a perfectly shaped brow, swirling the ice in her glass.

She knew.

Of course, she knew.

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Chapter 75

Zoe had told him-she would tolerate whatever this was between him and Mia.

She was patient. Understanding.

She believed that whatever was happening would pass.

That it was nothing more than a phase.

That soon, Alex would come back to her.

He did nod along, letting her think whatever made her sleep at night. She believes he will soon get tired of his fascination of

Mia

That use to be them

But not this time.

Because this time, things were different.

This time, something had shifted.

Something different.

Alex felt it only when he was with Mia.

He doesn’t think there’ll be a coming back to Zoe this time around.

Zoe used to be his center-his twisted version of love, the only thing that made sense in his chaotic world.

Now, she felt… distant. Foreign.

Even touching her felt like betrayal.

Betrayal to what, he didn’t know.

He used to believe he loved Zoe.

Now, he wasn’t sure he even knew what love was.

Because Mia-Mia made him question everything.

Everything he thought he understood about relationships, about want, about need.

For years, he and Zoe had played their games.

They fought. They broke up. They found their way back to each other.

But this time…

This time, Alex didn’t see a way back.

He saw the cracks.

The flaws.

The toxicity he once thought was normal.

And now, he is stuck –

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He leaned back in his seat, swirling the whiskey in his glass, his gaze fixed on the red liquid as if it held all the answers to the questions he refused to ask.

Mia wasn’t here.

She should be.

She always was.

And yet, tonight, the space she usually occupied was empty, and for some reason, it bothered him more than it should.

Did he want to talk to her? No.

That wasn’t it.

It just felt… different.

He couldn’t fucking believe he was still thinking about her, still wondering where she was, still searching for her in the crowd like some lost puppy.

It was pathetic.

Alex brought his drink to his lips, hoping the burn of alcohol would drown out the thoughts, but it didn’t. It never did.

“Fuck, I need to get high,” Sammy groaned, slumping back in his chair. “And that fucktard had to get himself shot, Lucas, you still got that short dude’s contact? What’s his name? His shit used to be good.”

Lucas made a face. “Nah, his shit is crap now.”

Alex barely paid attention in their conversation-until-

Sammy’s supplier for drugs got shot?

Alex stares

His supplier was none other than

Does that mean…

Turner.

A name he should hate.

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