The Heir And The Servent Started From A Bet novel Chapter 78

Chapter 78

Mia rolled up her sleeves and got to work.

She scrubbed the wooden floor with a rag, trying to ignore the way the dirt clung stubbornly to the boards. Lily sat on the bed, making half-hearted swipes at the dust with an old pillowcase.

“This is disgusting,” Lily muttered, wrinkling her nose. “I feel like I’m inhaling dead people.”

“Then maybe clean faster so we can get it over with,” Mia said, her voice flat.

Lily huffed but didn’t argue. Ann dusted the window with slow, careful movements.

They worked in silence for a while, the only sounds being the occasional creak of the old house and the distant hum of passing cars.

But then, another noise broke through-one that made Mia’s stomach twist in revulsion.

The fast creaking of a bed.

Muffled moans.

Laughter.

Lily smirked. “Jesus, they didn’t waste any time, did they?”

Mia clenched her jaw and kept scrubbing.

She wanted to block it out, to pretend she didn’t hear their mother in the next room with Johnny. But it was impossible. The walls were thin, and the sounds of their mother’s pleasure filled the air like poison.

Ann dropped the cloth she was using, her face twisted in a smirk “I’m done for tonight,” she mumbled, walking out of the

room.

Mia wanted to follow her, but she forced herself to stay. She needed to clean, needed something to focus on, or she might just break something.

Lily laughed under her breath. “Relax, Mia. It’s just sex.”

Mia didn’t respond.

She swallowed the disgust rising in her throat and concentrated on making this place livable. Because whether she liked it or not, this was home now. At least for a while.

Inside the other room, Mary Turner took a long drag from the cigarette between her fingers, exhaling a cloud of smoke into the air. The bed beneath her was still warm from where Johnny had been inside her just minutes ago.

Johnny lay next to her, shirtless, hands tucked behind his head as he watched her with a lazy smirk.

“That was a thank-you fuck,” Mary said flatly. “So, thank you for letting us stay here.”

Johnny chuckled, licking his lips. “Told you, you didn’t need to thank me like that.”

“Liar.”

Johnny grinned, stretching his arms over his head. “Well, you can stay as long as you want.”

Mary hummed, taking another drag. She knew men like Johnny. They always wanted something in return.

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“What’s the catch?” she asked, flicking ash onto the floor.

Johnny’s smirk didn’t fade.

“I like your younger daughter,” he said, his voice dripping with something that made Mary’s skin prickle. “She looks like she’d taste heavenly.”

Mary let out a slow breath of smoke. She didn’t even blink.

“You just finished fucking me, and now you want my daughter?”

Johnny shrugged. “She’s got that look… innocent, sweet. She has to be the most beautiful girl I’ve seen in this town.”

Mary studied him. She wasn’t surprised. She’d seen the way this idiot looked at Mia from the moment they got in his car.

Mia had always had something about her. Something that drew men in like moths to a flame. Even when she tried to be invisible, she wasn’t. It wasn’t just her face-though she had the kind of beauty that made people stop and stare. It was the way she carried herself, the way she didn’t try to impress anyone, the way she didn’t throw herself at men the way Lily and ann did.

She had power, even if she didn’t know it.

If Mia wanted to, she could have half the billionaires in Willowcrest wrapped around her finger. She could be living in mansions, driving expensive cars, dripping in diamonds. But instead, all she ever talked about was school. A stupid, pointless dream when she could have everything handed to her on a silver platter.

Sometimes, Mary wished Lily or Ann had been born with Mia’s looks. If they had, maybe their lives would be different. Maybe they wouldn’t be stuck here, sleeping in some dead woman’s house, relying on men like Johnny for shelter.

“Forget about Mia,” Mary said, stubbing the cigarette out in an old ashtray. “She won’t fuck you.”

Johnny laughed. “Not even if I pay?”

“Not even then.”

Johnny frowned, running a hand through his beard. “There has to be something she wants.”

Mary stood up, pulling her clothes back on. “There isn’t. Leave her alone, Johnny.”

Johnny’s eyes darkened, but he didn’t argue.

Mary didn’t know why she felt the need to shut this conversation down so quickly. She wasn’t a good mother. She’d never been one. She’d sold herself for survival more times than she could count, and she’d pushed her daughters toward the same life more than once.

But something about the way Johnny spoke about Mia… it made her stomach turn.

Maybe she still had a conscience buried somewhere deep inside her.

Or maybe almost losing Ethan had left her raw, had made her see things differently.

Either way, she didn’t want to hear another man talk about her daughter like that.

Not tonight.

The house didn’t seem so bad after they finished cleaning.

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Mia had to admit-it looked nicer than the place they used to live in. The dust was gone, the floors were wiped down, and the air felt lighter now that the dirt had been scrubbed away. It almost felt like a home. Almost.

The only downside? Sharing a room with her sisters.

The thought alone made her want to scream.

There was no way she’d survive sleeping in the same bed with Lily and Ann. She could already picture Lily tossing and turning all night, probably talking in her sleep about some man she was chasing, while Ann just took up space without a care in the world.

No. Absolutely not.

“I’ll sleep on the couch,” Mia decided.

Lily, still checking herself in the cracked mirror they found in one of the cabinets, barely looked up. “Fine by me. I need my beauty sleep anyway. Can’t have eye bags before the unicorn party.”

Mia rolled her eyes so hard she thought they might get stuck.

That stupid unicorn party again.

Lily had been going on and on about it for weeks-

Ann just shrugged, throwing herself onto the mattress. “Suit yourself.”

Mia sighed. At least that was settled. Her things would stay in the room, but the couch would be her bed. It wasn’t ideal, but it was better than the alternative.

Right now, she had bigger things to worry about-like getting ready for work.

She couldn’t afford to miss another shift.

Mia pulled on her uniform, tying her hair back into a neat ponytail. She tried not to think about what her life had become. How it felt like she was always running, always trying to escape something.

*

Alexander Blackwell was losing his mind.

He’d spent the entire afternoon rolling his phone between his fingers, staring at Mia’s contact like the damn thing held the answers to all his problems.

It didn’t.

But she was the only thing on his mind.

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