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.

Asher’s security blocked him instantly. “Sir,

turned lethal. “Touch her again,

“I’m not

intervened. “This is a

his assistant out

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

She burst into tears at

the window, his expression hollow.

sobbed. “Have you called the police?”

as Sienna continued crying and asking

“Can you leave? I need some peace

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

“I’ve arranged for

now. If it weren’t for her, he

Thalia left, she consumed his thoughts day

realize Thalia was the one

remembering how he’d neglected Thalia for Sienna, all the cruel things he’d said. Then a thought

what if he

Thalia come

offered to make her Mrs.

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

the driver frowned at a crowd blocking the street. “Something’s happening up ahead. Miss, you might have to walk from here–it’s not

The usually quiet street was packed

crowd. Something felt wrong.

crowd scattered

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

her arm.

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

sprinted

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

Parker lay in a pool of blood, a knife wound in his side still pumping

he screamed. “You tried