Your Gold Digger is Actually A True Heiress by Vera Fiore

Chapter 116

Laurina tossed her hair flirtatiously and slipped her arm through Asher’s, staking her claim. “You must be Miss Winters? Hello, I’m Laurina Kensington, Asher’s girlfriend.”

Asher’s girlfriend.

Thalia lowered her eyes, her gaze fixed on Laurina’s hand resting in the crook of Asher’s arm. Her heart felt as though something had pierced it.

Asher stood motionless, his eyes briefly flicking to the woman’s hand on his arm. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, wanting to explain but unable to speak.

Victoria couldn’t bear to watch. She lunged forward and yanked Laurina’s hand away. “Get your bloody hands off

him!

“If you want to flaunt your relationship, do it elsewhere! This isn’t the place for your little display!” Victoria’s face flushed with anger, her eyes blazing. “What’s the matter? Can’t the mighty Blackwood heir afford a hotel room?”

That was rather harsh.

Sebastian looked alarmed and quickly stepped in as peacemaker.

He pulled Victoria back. “For God’s sake, calm down. We’re all friends here–let’s not make a scene.”

Victoria struggled against his hold. “Let go of me! Don’t hold me back!”

Sebastian maintained his grip, desperately trying to communicate something to Victoria with meaningful glances.

Laurina wasn’t offended. She smiled good–naturedly, her voice soft as she addressed Asher. “Darling, it seems your friends aren’t particularly welcoming. Perhaps we should book our own room and enjoy a private celebration instead?”

Laurina, true to her award–winning actress reputation, had the demeanor of a calculating, sweet–faced manipulator perfected to the last detail.

Thalia’s heart ached hearing these words. Her doe–like eyes immediately misted over, her nose stinging with the effort of holding back tears. She refused to cry in front of Asher and Laurina.

She fixed her gaze stubbornly on Asher, her voice quavering despite her attempt to appear calm. “Asher, there’s something more to this, isn’t there? Please tell me. I’ll understand. Don’t do this–it’s tearing me apart… Can’t we just talk properly?”

Her eyes grew wetter, her voice betraying the imminent tears. “Didn’t you promise that as long as I never mentioned breaking up, you would never leave me?”

Asher’s dark eyes were as deep and unreachable as a lightless ocean. His lips curled into a mocking smile. “Miss

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Winters, we’re all adults here. Did you really believe that sort of childish promise?”

All colour drained from Thalia’s face.

her lips moved, trying to form words, but no sound came out.

was wounded by her expression, unable to bear the sight any longer. He looked away, his voice cold as ice. “Miss Winters, I’ve made myself perfectly clear. Let’s not engage

her shoulders slumping. She swayed slightly, unsteady on her feet, and moved two steps

concerned for Thalia, quickly moved to embrace her. “It’s all right, Thalia. You still have us.

so furious she tried to lunge at

down!” Sebastian pleaded

Mason’s eye and gave him a meaningful

and whispered something

with Laurina.

livid! I can’t believe how utterly horrid they were!” Victoria

onto her,

whipped around to

immediately sensed

delivering a punch

on, this isn’t my fault!” Sebastian

“If you hadn’t been thick enough to invite Asher, would any of this have happened? Today was supposed to be about cheering

shoving him toward

why don’t you go with Sebastian? Victoria and

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nodding before

soon as Asher and Laurina closed the door behind

Laurina shrugged, unbothered.

to

your plan now? Thalia looked utterly devastated. How do you intend to fix this

the time comes?”

a tight line, his long fingers clenched into

of Thalia’s bloodless face and wounded eyes.

had caused him as much

as you never mention breaking up,

he would one day mockingly tell her, “Did you

Inside the suite.

men left, the room fell

took two bottles of fine red wine from the bar. “Thalia, don’t waste your tears on that cheating wanker. He’s not worth it. Tonight, we’re getting properly plastered. You’re

want.”

Next time, we’ll line up some proper male models for

sofa, her eyes reflecting her pain, unable to muster any enthusiasm.

Thalia

first time

the other, opening Instagram. “Thalia, listen, I know loads of fit blokes. Look at this one–he’s 6’2“, has an eight–pack, and