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

her again, and I’ll

Drake snarled. “I’m not afraid of

a hospital, for

time, Asher listened, following his assistant out

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

into tears at the sight of

stared silently out the window, his expression hollow.

sobbed. “Have

maintained his silence as Sienna continued crying and asking

his facade. “Can you leave? I

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

dismissed her. “I’ve arranged for a nurse.”

If it weren’t for her, he and Thalia might still

consumed his thoughts day and night.

realize Thalia was the one he truly

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

what if he offered marriage now?

come back?

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

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for a workplace injury assessment. It was nearly noon when she caught a

frowned at a crowd blocking the street. “Something’s happening up ahead. Miss, you might have to walk

windshield. The usually

walked toward the crowd. Something felt wrong. The people seemed to be gathered around Sinclair & Klein.

screams erupted. The crowd scattered in

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

grabbed her arm. “What’s

gone mad with a

sprinted toward the firm.

neared the entrance, she heard a cacophony of screams, sobs, and angry shouts. The crowd had dispersed, giving her a clear view of the

knife wound in his side still pumping blood. A man wielding a blade was

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