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.

for her wrist, but Asher’s security

eyes turned lethal. “Touch her again, and I’ll

snarled. “I’m not afraid

is a hospital, for

Asher listened, following his

that evening. Sienna arrived at the hospital. She’d been dining with friends in London when

what happened to you?” She burst into tears at the sight of

the window,

“Have you called the

maintained his silence as Sienna continued crying and asking questions.

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

stay and take care of you,” Sienna

“I’ve

right now. If it

his thoughts day and night.

ironic. Only after losing her did he realize Thalia was the one he

remembering how he’d neglected Thalia for Sienna, all the cruel things he’d said. Then a thought struck him–Thalia had always wanted to marry him. He’d brutally rejected the idea, told her it

he offered marriage

Thalia come

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

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workplace injury assessment. It was nearly noon when she caught a taxi back to the firm.

a crowd blocking the street. “Something’s happening up ahead. Miss, you might

peered through the windshield. The usually quiet street was packed with people.

crowd. Something felt wrong. The people seemed to

screams erupted. The crowd scattered in

on her face. “Sorry!” she gasped, already turning

grabbed her arm.

Someone’s gone mad with a knife–he’s killing

Thalia sprinted

of screams, sobs, and angry shouts. The crowd had dispersed, giving her a clear view of the

a knife wound in his side still pumping blood. A

screamed. “You tried to destroy