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.

but Asher’s security blocked him instantly. “Sir, control

“Touch her again, and

“I’m not afraid of you!”

Thalia intervened. “This is a hospital,

following his assistant out without further confrontation.

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

to you?” She burst into tears at the

silently out the window,

sobbed. “Have you called

maintained his silence as Sienna continued

cracked through his facade. “Can you

you,” Sienna sniffled. The

Drake dismissed her. “I’ve arranged for a

Sienna right now. If it weren’t for her, he and Thalia might still be

his thoughts

her did he realize Thalia was the one

thought struck him–Thalia had always wanted to marry him. He’d brutally rejected the idea,

he offered

Thalia come back?

offered to make her Mrs. Ashcroft,

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

frowned at a crowd blocking the street. “Something’s happening up ahead. Miss,

windshield. The usually quiet street

Something felt wrong. The people seemed to be

screams erupted. The crowd scattered in panic.

into Thalia, terror on her face. “Sorry!” she gasped, already

grabbed her arm. “What’s happening?”

go there! Someone’s gone mad with a knife–he’s killing people!

Thalia sprinted toward

angry shouts. The crowd

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

hell with all you lawyers!” he screamed. “You