Your Gold Digger is Actually A True Heiress by Vera Fiore

Chapter 3

Drake seemed to suddenly remember his girlfriend was still there. Like waking from a trance, he dropped his hand from Sienna’s waist and stepped back.

His friends, following his gaze to Thalia, scrambled to smooth things over.

“Let’s keep playing. Sienna, skip the drinks if your stomach’s bad–just do truth or dare instead.”

“Yeah, truth or dare’s perfect!”

Drake composed himself and returned to the sofa,

He expected Thalia to be jealous, to show some sign of hurt.

But she said nothing.

Her indifference unsettled him more than any reaction could have. Something about her felt different tonight.

The silence stretched between them.

Drake was considering an explanation when another round of cheers erupted from the group.

“Sienna lost again! Truth or dare?”

His attention snapped back to Sienna.

“Dare,” she said, throwing Drake a loaded glance over her shoulder.

“Alright, pick from the dare cards.” Someone produced a stack of cards.

Sienna drew one casually. The reader’s eyes went wide, darting between Sienna, Drake, and Thalia.

A girl peeked at the card and gasped.

“What is it?”

“What’d she get?”

“Kiss any guy in the room of your choice,” the reader announced, shooting Drake a nervous glance.

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The temperature in the room seemed to drop ten degrees as Drake’s expression turned glacial,

Sienna, apparently oblivious to the tension, stood up with a playful smile and approached a handsome

man nearby.

mind if I kiss

glanced at Drake’s murderous expression, frozen in

in, arms sliding

“Enough!”

the room. He stormed over, grabbed Sienna’s hand, and pulled

door.

guests exchanged looks before

smiling easily. “Why are you

away, pretending to be

drink, feeling her heart grow

showed strong emotions about

first time she’d

him lose control

empty, she

women

girlfriend here to run off

cares about, doesn’t

“Did

was about

her man lose

a replacement

can see

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Thalia emerged from the stall. The women hurried out, avoiding eye contact.

washed her hands.

right about one thing–she and Drake were headed for a

ending things. She

penthouse, exhausted, Thalia fell asleep quickly

the

door and frowned at the open suitcase on

“What’s this?”

from behind the closet door. “Oh, you’re back. I’m heading home for a while.”

clothes and shoes could be

of herself

lot ove sort everything.

caught on the fresh mark on his neck. She looked away,

done caring about what–or who–he did.

home? Still angry

family.

expression relaxed. “That’s good.”

had never

every holiday alone.

holidays with her, and he certainly couldn’t bring her

mother, Caroline Ashcroft, would never accept someone

I can’t come with you. When’s your flight? I’ll have James drive

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