The Heir And The Servent Started From A Bet novel Chapter 76

Chapter 76

Mia pressed her back against the wall, her arms wrapped tightly around herself as she listened to the chaos unfolding in the hospital room.

She felt numb.

Like she was standing outside of her own body, watching her family, hearing the words but not truly processing them.

Their house was no longer safe.

Not that it had ever truly been safe, but now it was something worse.

A target.

“They came back,” Anna had said, breathless, her face pale with fear. “They shot through the neighborhood, broke down our door, trashed the whole place. Everything is destroyed.”

Mia had barely been able to react before their mother had been called, before the entire family had gathered in Ethan’s hospital room, talking over each other, panic thick in the air.

She had sent a quick text to Emily, asking her to cover for her at work. It wasn’t like their manager cared enough to notice her absence. Casa Lounge could survive one night without her.

But could they survive this?

She stood in the corner, watching, listening.

Ethan sat up against the pillows, his face pale, his arm bandaged, exhaustion lining his features. He still looked half-drugged, like he hadn’t fully processed just how deep in trouble he was.

“Who the fuck did you piss off this time?” Lily’s voice was sharp, demanding.

Ethan exhaled, dragging a hand down his face.

“He died.”

The words dropped like a bomb.

Lily flinched. “What?”

“The guy. Regal’s son. He overdosed on my shit.”

Mia’s stomach twisted.

Regal.

She didn’t grow up in Willowcrest without knowing which families held the most power, which ones you never crossed.

And now Ethan had crossed them.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” Lily hissed. She started pacing. “It wasn’t enough that you pissed off the Blackwells, now you’ve gone and killed a Regal?”

Mia feels her heart quickened at the mention of that name.

Blackwell.

But she forced the thought out of her mind before it could take root.

Alex was a forbidden thought.

A door she had closed.

A mistake she refused to make again.

Ethan let out a humorless laugh, rubbing his temple. “He wasn’t a fucking kid, okay? I thought he could handle his shit.”

“Well, you thought wrong,” Lily snapped. “And now someone’s dead.”

“Fuck, Mom, I didn’t know, alright? Sorry.” Ethan’s voice cracked with frustration. He was finally realizing how bad this was. That they weren’t just dealing with some angry dealers or rich kids wanting a refund.

This was bigger.

For them to come back, for them to shoot up their house-

It meant they wanted blood.

They wanted Ethan dead.

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“God, what do we do?” Anna asked, her voice small.

“I’m not going back there,” Lily said, shaking her head. “I don’t care.”

Their mother was pacing, running a hand through her hair.

Ethan inhaled sharply. “I’ll leave.”

Everyone turned to him.

“I’ll go away for a while. Leave town until things die down.”

“What if they don’t?” Mia asked quietly.

Ethan met her eyes. “They will.”

He said it like he wanted to believe it.

Like he had no other choice but to believe it.

“You all just need a place to lay low,” he continued. “Somewhere they won’t look for you.”

“Like where?” Lily demanded.

“I’ll think of something,” their mother said, rubbing her temple. “For now, we need to go back. Grab our important things and find somewhere to stay for the night. I’ll make some calls.”

Mia closed her eyes, pressing her fingers against her temples.

There was no escape from this.

No waking up from this nightmare.

Their house was gone. Their safety was gone.

The cab ride back home was a disaster in itself.

Lily didn’t shut up for a second, her voice filling the car as she went on and on about her precious gown-the one she had been obsessing over for months, the one she planned to wear to the so-called Unicorn Party.

“This is an actual nightmare,” she groaned. “Do you even understand what I had to do to get that dress? If anything happens to it, I swear-”

Mia closed her eyes, pressing her fingers to her temple.

She didn’t have the energy for this. Not now.

Her mother, sitting at the front, was busy making calls-dialing her clients as she liked to call them, begging for a place to stay, her voice switching between soft desperation and calculated charm.

But it wasn’t working.

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Mia caught a glimpse of herself in the side mirror.

She looked exhausted.

Not just physically, but mentally. Emotionally.

Tired of everything that came with being a Turner.

If they weren’t being harassed, they were being humiliated. If they weren’t being humiliated, they were being arrested. And if they weren’t being arrested, they were running for their lives-like this.

Her mind drifted, almost without permission, to Alex.

Would he hear about what happened?

Would he care?

Probably not.

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