Your Gold Digger is Actually A True Heiress by Vera Fiore

Chapter 41

After being thrown out, Drake stood with his mother and Sienna outside the Sterling estate.

“Son, what do we do now?” Margaret was nearly in tears. “Have we ruined everything with the Sterlings? What about the investment?”

“Will they retaliate?” Sienna trembled. “The Sterlings are so powerful.”

Drake remained silent, moving like a puppet with cut strings, his expression vacant and lifeless.

Later that evening, as Asher drove Thalia home, she hesitated outside her building. “About today…”

He brushed a strand of hair from her face, his voice low and vulnerable. “When he said you could have been married and happy if he’d known your identity… I was afraid. If you-”

“There is no ‘if,” Thalia cut him off gently, meeting his dark eyes. “Don’t worry about things that never happened.”

“Besides,” she added seriously, “I never planned to marry Drake anyway.”

Asher’s eyes brightened. “Really?”

Thalia nodded, smiling. She shivered slightly in the night air, but her eyes sparkled. “Back then, I never thought about marrying Drake. But now, I’m looking forward to our engagement ceremony.”

Asher slipped off his jacket, wrapping it around her as he pulled her close. “So am I.”

Drake left the estate alone in his car, disappearing into the night.

Sienna drove Margaret back to their hotel, both women still shaken from their humiliation. As they stepped out of the car in the underground parking garage, they were suddenly grabbed from behind. Before either could scream, bags were pulled over their heads and everything went dark.

They awoke in a dimly lit private room, forced face–down against a glass table. A man covered in tattoos lounged on the sofa across from them, one leg crossed casually over the other.

“Let’s have some fun,” he smiled menacingly. “Share a drink with me?”

Margaret, still playing the wealthy matriarch, began hurling abuse at him. “How dare you! Do you know who I am? When my husband-”

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smile never wavered as he nodded to his associate. The black suited man grabbed Margaret by the

“Who are you people? Why are

cleaned his ears theatrically. “Such a noisy old woman. One more word and we’ll solve that problem permanently.” He pulled out a

fell silent, her legs trembling

pinned to the table as the man picked up a glass of wine, splashing it across her face. “Tonight’s

I can’t drink!” Margaret protested weakly.

With a sharp gesture, his men began forcing liquor down their throats. No matter how they struggled,

after bottle, until their stomachs

just hard enough to dimple the skin. “Watch who you cross in this city. Some people aren’t as forgiving as

lip quivered, her face bloodless with

he suddenly roared, making both women

steel against their skin and their lives literally in his hands,

understand,” they whimpered in unison.

Sienna stood outside Drake’s hotel suite, knocking

Are you

Silence.

phone rang endlessly before disconnecting. Since that night at the Sterling estate, Drake had completely disappeared – no responses to messages or calls, refusing to open

confirmed he hadn’t checked

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harder. “Drake Ashcroft! I’m not

of relentless knocking, the door finally opened. A wave of stale cigarette smoke and

hit her, making her

that smell?” She pinched her nose in disgust.

ringed black, unshaven, his face oily

he hadn’t showered in

yourself?” Sienna asked, fighting her

his voice hollow. “What do you want?”

worried sick about you.” She pushed past him into the suite.

lights on despite the midday hour.

black.

lights with a grimace. Empty bottles littered the living room, the ashtray