The Heir And The Servent Started From A Bet novel Chapter 86

Chapter 86

It goes quiet….

The silence that followed was loud. Maybe the person had left? Maybe they thought no one was home. She allowed herself a moment to breathe, to hope.

But then, the unmistakable sound of a key turning in the lock shattered her little relief. The door creaked open, and Mia’s breath caught in her throat.

Standing in the doorway was a woman of poised elegance, her presence commanding and unmistakable. Esther Blackwell, Alex’s mother.

Mia’s eyes widened in shock, her body stiffening. She felt like a deer caught in headlights, unable to move, unable to speak.

Esther stepped inside, her heels clicking softly against the floor. She paused upon seeing Mia, her brows knitting together in confusion.

“Who are you?” Esther’s voice was calm but firm, laced with curiosity and a hint of suspicion.

Mia opened her mouth, but no words came out. Her mind was blank, her thoughts a jumbled mess. She tried to speak, to explain, but her voice betrayed her.

“Are you deaf?” Esther asked, her tone more puzzled than angry.

Mia shook her head vigorously, finally finding her voice. “I… I’m Mia,” she stammered, grateful that her brain had at least supplied her first name.

Esther’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Okay, Mia. Where is my son, and what are you doing here?”

Mia swallowed hard, her throat dry. “He… he went to the office,” she managed to say. “He’s helping me. I stay… I, uh…”

Esther’s gaze was sharp, assessing. She seemed to be piecing together the situation, her expression unreadable.

“Okay,” Esther said slowly, pulling out her phone. “I’m going to call my son.”

Alex sank into the chair in the corner of his rarely-used office like a man who just finished a twelve-round fight.

His body relaxed, but his mind didn’t. The stiff leather didn’t comfort him. Nothing did these days. He rubbed a hand over his face, dragging his palm down his jaw, exhaling slowly.

He had barely caught his breath since leaving Mia at the penthouse. The entire day had felt off, rushed, and heavy with tension he couldn’t quite name.

The office was painfully neat. Not a file out of place. Not a smudge on the spotless glass desk.

It wasn’t his space, not really-it was something his father had set up for him, designed for presentation, not comfort. A room to impress people, not think in. Alex didn’t even remember the last time he’d willingly spent more than an hour in here.

His phone buzzed loudly against the glass. The screen lit up with a familiar name.

Mom.

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Chapter 86

His heart drops.

Fuck! His mom was supposed to drop food at home for him.

He hesitated for a second, running his thumb along the edge of the phone.

She has obviously already seen Mia.

He picked up.

“Why is there a strange girl in your house?” Her voice came sharply, no greeting, no warmth.

Alex tightens the hold on his phone.

“She’s a friend,” he replied, voice low and steady, trying to mask the sinking feeling in his chest. “What are you doing there, Mom?” He asked like he didn’t already know she would be going to his house.

“I brought you food,” she replied coolly, but he heard the deeper tone behind it. Displeasure. Curiosity. Suspicion.” Imagine my surprise when I walk in and see a girl standing in your living room like she is lost”

Before Alex could answer, the office door flew open without warning.

His father stormed in like thunder. “Of course,” Alex muttered to himself, immediately dropping the call. “Mom, I’ll call you back.”

He ended the call and slid the phone aside just in time to stand and face the incoming storm.

His father stood tall and furious-like he always did when things didn’t go exactly his way.

His presence sucked the air out of the room. His tailored navy suit was as usual, not a crease out of place, but his expression was far from composed. Eyes hard. Jaw tight.

“I should have known,” his voice already raised. “Late again. Always late when it actually matters. Investors were sitting on their hands while Danny tried to make sense of the presentation.”

Alex didn’t move. He just stared at his father, letting the words fall, the insults wash over him like a cold rain he was long used to.

“Unbelievable. Do you think you’re some kind of celebrity? That you can stroll in whenever you like and fix everything with a few smiles and fancy words?”

“I did fix it,” Alex replied, his voice quiet, even. Not defensive-just done. “We got the contracts, didn’t we?”

His father scoffed, waving that off like it was nothing. “That’s not the point, damn it! The point is that you were late. That you were unprepared. That you made me look like a fool. You don’t get to walk around like you’re the king of the world when you can’t even show up on time.”

Alex clenched his jaw, his eyes locked on his father’s face. He didn’t flinch. He didn’t bow his head. He never did anymore.

When he was younger, his father’s words used to leave him gutted.

He’d carry the shame of every word for days. But not now. Not after years of realizing that nothing would ever be enough for this man. Not success. Not charm. Not results. His father always finds a reason to complain.

And when the verbal attacks didn’t work, he went for the people Alex loved.

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