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.

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

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

“I’m not

is a hospital, for God’s sake.”

Asher listened, following his assistant out

with friends in London when she heard about Drake’s

She burst into tears at the sight of

out the

did this?” Sienna sobbed. “Have you called the

his silence as Sienna

facade. “Can you leave? I need

and take care of you,” Sienna sniffled.

“I’ve

Sienna right now. If it weren’t for her, he and

consumed his thoughts day and

losing her did he realize Thalia was

Then a thought struck him–Thalia had always wanted to marry him. He’d

what if he offered marriage now?

Thalia come back?

offered to make

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

street. “Something’s happening up ahead.

peered through the windshield. The usually quiet street

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

crowd scattered in

crashed into Thalia, terror on her face. “Sorry!” she gasped, already turning to run.

arm.

mad with a

pounding, Thalia sprinted toward the firm.

heard a cacophony of screams, sobs, and angry shouts. The crowd had dispersed, giving her a

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

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