The Heir And The Servent Started From A Bet novel Chapter 82

Chapter 82

Mia was up before the sun.

She had barely slept, but that wasn’t new.

She picked up her bag, what little she had stuffed inside. Clothes, her phone, a few crumpled bills-

She thought about telling her mother that she is leaving but decided against it.

She stepped outside, closing the door softly behind her.

The air was cold, the kind of coldness that only existed in the early morning before the world woke up.

She pulled out her phone and tried calling Emily again.

Straight to voicemail.

Mia exhaled, rubbing a hand down her face.

She had nowhere to go.

Emily’s place was the only option she could think of, but she didn’t even know where her friend lived. She had always figured she’d ask when the time came, but now? Now, she was stuck with a dead-end call and no backup plan.

She dragged herself to the nearest bus station and sat down.

Her body ached from exhaustion, her limbs heavy, her thoughts muddled.

She just needed somewhere to be until work started. If she could make it till then, she would see Emily. Maybe she could figure something out.

A bus pulled up, but Mia didn’t move.

Where would she even go?

She sat there, unmoving, as the bus left.

Her mind wandered, like it always did when she wasn’t careful.

Alex.

She could still see him in her head. Sitting in his car across the street last night, just watching her.

What was he even doing there?

For a second-just a second-she thought about calling him.

Then she shook the thought away just as quickly.

Call him for what? So he could make her feel small again?

She had been through that already. She had played his game and lost. She wasn’t about to do it again.

She had him blocked.

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And that was exactly how it would stay.

The sun started coming out, the heat pressing against her skin. She was growing impatient. Frustrated.

She just needed to move.

Maybe she could just ride buses all morning. Go from place to place until it was time for work.

The next bus stopped, and this time she got on.

She walked to the back, gripping her bag tightly in her lap.

She didn’t even care where the bus was headed.

She just needed to be somewhere.

When she got off, she found herself in the busiest part of Willowcrest.

She started walking.

No destination. No plan. Just walking.

If she got tired, she would find another bus stop and get on again.

Then she would repeat it.

Over and over.

Just long enough to make it through the day.

Her stomach growled loudly, breaking her out of her thoughts.

Mia sighed, pressing a hand to her stomach.

She didn’t have much money.

She was trying to save every bit of it, but she needed something-anything-to eat. ·

Maybe she could afford a snack.

She just had to find a cheap place.

Which, in this part of Willowcrest, was almost impossible.

Alexander Blackwell wasn’t a man who let his thoughts wander.

He was disciplined, calculated-someone who always had control over his emotions.

And yet, here he was, staring out the window of one of his favorite restaurants, his mind completely elsewhere.

He is slowly becoming who he isn’t.

He sighs

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The investors’ meeting was in a few hours. He should be focused on that.

Instead, his jaw rested against his hand, eyes absently following the movement outside as he waited for his food.

That’s when he saw her.

At first, he thought he was imagining it.

Mia?

No. That was impossible.

He blinked, straightening slightly.

But the second his eyes found her again, he knew he wasn’t seeing things.

It was her.

She was walking aimlessly, wearing a simple top and jeans, holding a bag close to her side. There was something different about her-something off.

She looked… lost.

Not the usual Mia Turner.

She looked drained. Like she was just trying to exist.

Before he could think too hard about it, his feet were already moving.

He was outside before he even realized what he was doing.

She was right there.

And she was very

real.

“Turner.”

Mia turned.

The moment her eyes landed on him, her entire expression hardened.

She didn’t say anything at first, but she didn’t have to. Her face said it all.

She was still angry.

Not just irritated-angry.

Alex felt something twist in his chest at the sight of it.

“What are you doing here?” His voice was steady, calm. “And where are you going?”

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