The Heir And The Servent Started From A Bet novel Chapter 97

Chapter 97

“Alex froze.

Every bone in his body stiffened, every thought in his mind crashed into a wall. For a second, he thought he misheard-but no, Sammy’s voice rang again, this time with more certainty.

His father.

His fucking father.

What the hell was he doing here?

Across the room, Mia’s eyes shot to Alex in full-blown panic. She was sitting up, her hand covering her mouth, she pulled the clothes to her chest as if they could shield her from everything that might come through that door. Her hands were already trembling.

Alex didn’t even realize he was clenching his fists until his nails dug into his palms. The air in the room felt like it had been punched out. His father’s presence-even just the mention of it-was like a dark cloud that sucked the oxygen out of everything.

His mind raced.

No. No. No.

His father could not see Mia. Not here. Not like this. Not ever.

He turned sharply to the door. “Stall him outside, Sam!” Alex barked, his voice low but urgent.

On the other side of the door, Sammy sounded annoyed. “What the fuck are you even doing locking this door? Since when did you start doing this”

“Just do it,” Alex snapped, his voice rising. There was no time for Sammy’s usual joking right now.

Sammy’s muffled voice filtered through the door “Lucas is already talking to him outside-”

“Fuck,” Alex hissed under his breath, running a hand through his hair, eyes wild.

Lucas.

Of course. Of course Lucas would unknowingly walk his father right up to the damn room. Lucas, who didn’t know any better.

Alex turned quickly to Mia, mouthing the words, Dress up. She was already halfway there,, fumbling with the sleeves of her top as her hands shook. Her eyes met his for just a second-filled with fear, confusion, maybe even shame.

And that look… it shattered something in him.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

He had told her she was safe now.

And yet here she was, rushing to hide herself, her presence, like she was something to be ashamed of.

Alex felt something twist deep in his chest.

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The fact that he couldn’t just swing open that door and proudly hold her hand in front of his father-show him the woman he loved, the one he wanted, the one who made him feel human again-it made his stomach turn with disgust. Not at Mia. At himself. At the cowardice he was being forced into.

And at the man outside who made hiding love feel like survival.

In the end it was for Mia’s good, letting his father find out about her, will be worst thing to do to her right now.

From behind the door, Sammy’s voice came again, loud enough for both of them to hear. “You really fucking that Turner girl?”

The words were a slap. Crude. Sharp. And entirely ill-timed.

Alex’s body went cold.

“Get fucking lost,” he growled, his voice low and lethal.

Sammy’s laughter rang out-loud, careless, like he didn’t realize the storm brewing just inches from where he stood. But eventually, his footsteps faded, his laughter echoing down the hall as he walked away.

Silence fell in the room.

Alex turned toward Mia, who was now fully dressed, sitting at the edge of the couch, her head slightly bowed. Her hair fell over her face, but he could still see the tension in her shoulders, the way her fingers clutched the hem of her shirt like a child bracing for punishment.

He walked slowly over to her, every step heavier than the last.

When he reached her, he crouched down in front of her and gently lifted her chin, his thumb brushing her cheek. Her skin was still warm from the rush of panic. Her eyes, glossy and uncertain, met his.

“Stay here, okay?” he said, his voice softer now, filled with something raw. Not demand. Not command. Just… pleading.

Mia nodded, swallowing hard.

She didn’t speak.

Alex stepped out of the room, his heart pounding in his chest, but his face blank. Controlled. Like he’d been trained to be.

He gently pulled the door shut behind him-slowly, silently.

Then he moved quickly down the hall, barely breathing, every muscle in his body alert. He didn’t stop until he reached the wide entrance to his dressing room.

He stood there-tall, still, waiting.

A few seconds later, he saw them. Just like he’d feared.

Lucas-broad-shouldered and casual-was walking alongside Charles Blackwell, talking animatedly like this was just a regular visit. Like his father’s presence in Alex’s private wing was normal. Like the last ten years hadn’t been war behind

closed doors.

Alex’s jaw clenched the moment his eyes landed on the older man. His father looked the same—always the same. Clean-cut suit, stiff posture, eyes sharp like he was sizing everyone up. Always calculating. Always judging. Never soft. Never kind.

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He looked too clean for this place

He remembers his father used to push him into underground fights, used to show him off. Then it stops because his father thought he was wasting his time with underground fights.

Sometimes his father doesn’t even care if he’s fighting or not except it clashes with his duty with the company. Then his father will lash out especially if he shows with injuries to a meeting at the company.

Alex straightened his spine as they neared. No fear. Not in front of him.

The moment he spotted Alex standing there, he slowed his pace.

“What are you doing here?” Alex asked.

“What happened to your phone?” his father asked instead.

Alex shrugged. “I had a fight.”

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