Your Gold Digger is Actually A True Heiress by Vera Fiore

Chapter 33

Years ago, when fighting at school had earned Asher a severe reprimand from his grandfather, at least no one had discovered the reason behind the brawl. Now, he couldn’t let his family learn he’d been fighting over Thalia again–it could jeopardize or even cancel their engagement.

William dabbed nervously at his forehead, his usually impeccable demeanor shaken. “Completely understood, sir,” he stammered, already planning how to handle the paperwork discreetly.

“Handle the discharge forms,” Asher instructed, each word measured despite his split lip.

From the adjacent bed, Drake caught every word of their exchange. His derisive laugh held more pain than mockery. “Still hiding fights from mommy and daddy? What are you, a child?”

“The only person who needs to know,” Asher’s smile was razor–sharp as his eyes met Drake’s, “is my fiancée.”

The word ‘fiancée‘ struck Drake like a physical blow. He collapsed back against his pillows, watching the IV drip with hollow eyes. Each drop seemed to mirror his own bitter thoughts. The physical pain from their fight was nothing compared to the agony tearing at his heart.

This couldn’t be real. Thalia wouldn’t–couldn’t–have a fiancé. Was she trying to punish him for saying he’d never marry her? That had to be it. She was just trying to make him jealous.

His Thalia loved him too much to move on. She couldn’t possibly be with another man. She wouldn’t dare!

Drake turned to Asher, contempt masking his desperation. “How much is she paying you? Those rent–a–boyfriend services must be doing well. Name your price–I’ll pay ten times whatever she’s offering. Leave her. Now.”

Asher’s laugh held genuine amusement. “Whatever delusion helps you sleep at night.”

“Are you actually insane?” Thalia stared at Drake in disbelief. “You think I’d hire someone to pretend to be my fiancé? Your ego is truly unbelievable.”

Drake seemed almost manic now, convinced Asher must be an impostor.

“Pathetic,” Thalia muttered.

As William returned with the transfer paperwork, Asher prepared to move to a private room. Thalia

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naturally took charge of his IV stand, her gentle attentiveness making Drake’s blood boil.

security

lethal. “Touch her again,

“I’m not afraid

Thalia intervened. “This is a hospital, for God’s sake.”

listened, following his assistant

that evening. Sienna arrived at the hospital. She’d been dining with friends in London when she heard about Drake’s condition

tears at

the

“Have you called the

maintained his silence as Sienna continued crying and asking questions.

irritation cracked through his facade. “Can you leave? I need

I want to stay and take care of you,” Sienna sniffled. The sight of his

dismissed her. “I’ve arranged

couldn’t bear to look at Sienna right now. If it weren’t for her, he and

consumed his thoughts

he realize Thalia was the one he

he’d said. Then a thought struck him–Thalia had always wanted to marry him. He’d brutally rejected the idea, told

what if he

Thalia come

eyes lit up at the possibility. If he offered to make her Mrs. Ashcroft, surely she’d return to him!

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office for a workplace injury assessment. It was nearly noon when she caught a taxi back to

“Something’s happening up ahead. Miss, you

The usually quiet street

wrong. The people seemed to be gathered

screams erupted. The crowd scattered in

face.

arm. “What’s happening?”

gone mad with a knife–he’s killing people! Run!”

pounding, Thalia sprinted toward

of screams, sobs, and angry shouts. The crowd had dispersed,

pool of blood, a knife wound in his side still pumping blood. A man wielding

hell with all you lawyers!” he screamed. “You tried to destroy me!