Your Gold Digger is Actually A True Heiress by Vera Fiore

Chapter 79

Asher gently placed Thalia on the bed. “Rest, darling. I’ll see who it is.”

When he opened the door, Asher’s brow instantly furrowed.

Drake stood in the hallway.

He’d nearly forgotten that Drake was staying in Annecy as well.

How terribly inconvenient.

Asher had just emerged from the shower with only a bath towel wrapped around his waist. The love bites on his neck and collarbone were unmistakable.

Confronted with this sight, the veins on Drake’s forehead visibly pulsed. His breath caught, face turning ashen, eyes harboring a dangerous storm.

“What the hell did you do to her!” Drake clenched his fists so tightly that the veins on the backs of his

hands protruded like cords.

Asher gave a soft, derisive laugh.

“We’re together. What do you imagine couples do?”

This statement was the final straw.

Drake felt his rage congeal in his chest, as though his blood had suddenly frozen solid. His head throbbed

mercilessly.

He had tortured himself with thoughts of whether Thalia and Asher might have slept together.

But those had merely been imaginings.

Now, faced with the reality, seeing the intimate marks on Asher’s body with his own eyes, Drake felt as if

for one second, everything before him went completely black.

A sharp ringing filled his ears accompanied by an agonizing pain in his chest. He swayed unsteadily on

his feet.

In the next instant, Drake charged forward like a crazed beast, his eyes bulging with rage, bloodshot and

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murderous.

Asher stepped back, pivoting to avoid him, then drove his fist into Drake’s face, immediately following with a vicious kick.

Sharp pain exploded across Drake’s face, his mind buzzing.

He staggered backwards, his body slamming against the corridor wall with a dull thud.

“Hah.” Contempt flashed in Asher’s eyes. “Drake, I gave you your chance. Three years ago, when Thalia got together with you, I convinced myself that as long as she was happy, I would step aside. But what did you do? How did you treat her?”

heart felt as though an invisible hand was squeezing it mercilessly, crushing

interrogation: “Drake, what right or standing

question was devastating.

lost his

What right did he have

relationship with Thalia with his own hands. He had

man’s arms!

Drake with utter contempt, as if regarding

of man he

what they had when they possessed it, only to feign deep affection

worth less than grass. Who was he putting on

He seemed to have found a legitimate justification for

twisted his lips into a smile, the blood at the corner of his

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the right, because I love her!” Drake’s voice cracked with emotion. “No one could possibly love her more than I do!”

laughed bitterly, raising an eyebrow. “Love her? Bloody hell. Even a dog would shake its head

of love.”

about to say something more when Thalia’s voice, filled with shock and fury, came from

behind Asher.

what on earth are

resembling one looking

raised

on Thalia’s face and the lingering passion not yet completely faded from her

noticed the glaring love bite on her pale neck.

Drake finally understood

a shred of hope, allowing himself to

body and the alluring look in her eyes with his own eyes, Drake

the intimate atmosphere

truly

Drake to the brink of

violently carved out a piece of his heart, leaving it bleeding

carrying an unmistakable sob. “Please, don’t do this to

you…”

could you sleep with another man.

were too painful for him to utter. The mere thought made his heart

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himself to say

did Drake finally understand the depth of his obsession with

years of life, Drake had never experienced a moment of such

devastation.

eye. Drake was so distraught he

through the corridor carried a bitter chill.

stood in the cold wind, gazing at Thalia with eyes full of anguish, as if he might vanish with

eyes unmistakable. “Drake, we ended things amicably. I preserved your

where Asher had struck him was

was wrong. So wrong. Please, just come back… I’m

Thalia…”

humbled himself to dust.

about pride or dignity, now begging Thalia in a lowered voice, crying

him in this state, Thalia sighed helplessly.

temples, saying wearily: “Drake, what’s the point of all this? I’m exhausted. Just let me go.”

bloodshot, his voice choked: “I’m sorry, Thalia, but I can’t

giving him