Your Gold Digger is Actually A True Heiress by Vera Fiore

Chapter 18

After taking photos, Asher handed back her phone, his expression carefully neutral. “You have a message”

“Ohp”

Thalia opened it, her face stiffening at Drake’s words. She knew message previews appeared automatically–Asher must have seen it.

She glanced back at him nervously, explaining, “My ex. We’ve broken up.”

“I see.” Asher’s expression remained impassive, his eyes unreadable.

“I’ve blocked him on everything else–forgot about his number.”

Thalia felt oddly flustered. She was twenty–five; having an ex–boyfriend was perfectly normal. Besides, she’d dated Drake before agreeing to the arrangement with Asher. She had nothing to feel guilty about.

Realizing this, she calmed herself. “I’ll block him now.”

She did so immediately, with Asher watching.

“Trust me,” she added, “once I agreed to our arrangement, any past relationships became exactly

that–past.”

Asher nodded, his dark eyes still inscrutable. But as Thalia turned away, the faintest smile played at his

lips.

After several days of exploring the city together, it was time to return to London.

She hadn’t told her family she was coming home, so no one from the Winters household was at the

airport.

Instead, Asher’s assistant met them with a black Rolls–Royce Cullinan.

“Shall I come in with you?” Asher asked as they pulled up to the Winters estate.

Thalia shook her head. “No need.”

“Alright.”

Sensing her reluctance,

without her keys. Now she needed

fifteen years, opened the door and froze.

home?”

voice cracked with emotion.

tightened as she nodded.

call your father right

“He’s not here?”

office. Your stepmother’s at Lucy’s school for

in relief.

and the father

exactly as she’d left it, immaculately maintained. Someone had clearly dusted

daily.

Mrs. Clarke’s knock. “Miss Thalia? What would you like for

dinner?”

door with a slight smile. “The usual,

Mrs. Clarke beamed,

a daughter. She’d been the one to carry young Thalia in from the snow the night

depression after Rosalind’s death, neglecting his daughter, Mrs. Clarke had stayed at Thalia’s hospital bedside

refused food in her grief, it was Mrs. Clarke who coaxed her to eat, who held her through the worst

might not have survived

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Chapter 18

Though she hadn’t spoken to her father in three years, she’d still called

Thalia handed her a beautifully wrapped package. “The finest tea from

make some

I’ve had plenty. I wanted you to try

“I couldn’t possibly-”

hands. “Please. After everything you’ve done for me, it’s the

offer.”

eyes welled up.

voice rang out as a small girl ran forward, throwing her arms around

Lucy Winters looked up at her

She couldn’t help associating Lucy with Victoria, her stepmother–her mother’s

herself to be cruel