About The Heir And The Servant, Started From A Bet Novel
"In Willowcrest, you’re either poor or rich, a master or a servant.
Mia Turner’s family was infamous—not for wealth, but for infamy itself. Her mother, Mary Turner, was a notorious social climber and scammer, known for marrying wealthy men and divorcing them as soon as their money dried up. Her eldest sister, Lily Turner, and her other sister, Anna Turner, spent their days in maid uniforms and their nights opening their legs for the rich brats of Willowcrest. And then there was Ethan Turner, her brother, who supplied drugs to the spoiled elite of the neighborhood.
A Turner.
The name followed Mia like a shadow, dragging every ounce of respect she could ever hope to earn straight into the gutter. It was a name that came with all the wrong attachments, one she longed to escape.
“You’re a Turner. You have no say.”
“Oh, you’re a Turner? Never mind.”
“Girl, you’re a Turner.”
“Not a Turner saying this.”
Mia hated it. She wanted a different life, a different path, and nothing more than to save enough money, get admitted into college, and leave this godforsaken neighborhood for good.
Getting a job at Casa Lounge was her first step toward that dream. Casa Lounge was the most exclusive relaxation spot in Willowcrest, where the rich came to flaunt their money and the poor came to serve them. It was where the golden boys of the neighborhood spent their evenings pretending they ruled the world. And most importantly, it paid well.
Everything seemed like it was finally falling into place—until her life turned upside down.
It started the night Alexander Blackwell, the wealthiest boy in Willowcrest, walked into her life with a proposition.
“Y-y-you have a g-girlfriend,” she stammered, unable to believe what he was asking her.
Okay, yes, Mia used to have a crush on Alexander. Who didn’t? The boy had a face sculpted by the gods themselves—tall, gorgeous, with piercing eyes that seemed to look right through you. His mysterious, brooding demeanor and undeniable charm made him the dream of every girl in Willowcrest.
But Mia had long accepted reality: she had a better chance of becoming president than ever being noticed by him.
“How much?” he asked, his voice calm, almost bored.
“Excuse me?” Mia blinked, confusion and disbelief swirling inside her.
“How much to go on dates with me?”"