Your Gold Digger is Actually A True Heiress by Vera Fiore

Chapter 144

Thalia was forced up the stairwell of the abandoned construction site by Malfoy’s men.

She suffered from acrophobia, and with each step higher, her legs grew increasingly weak.

The unfinished concrete structure had no handrails on the staircase and no safety barriers on the upper floors.

Thalia climbed slowly, one precarious step at a time, flanked by Malfoy’s thugs.

Silently counting the floors as they ascended, Thalia noted they stopped when they reached the twenty–sixth level.

The man restraining her halted as well.

“What’s the time?” Malfoy asked with languid indifference.

“Seven–forty, boss,” replied the man who had kidnapped Thalia the previous night.

Thalia didn’t know his name.

Upon hearing the response, Malfoy raised an eyebrow slightly, turning his gaze toward Thalia. “Tell me… do you truly believe Asher will sacrifice himself for you? Come alone to die like the lovesick fool he is?”

Thalia pressed her lips together, lowering her eyes.

“Frightened?” Malfoy’s voice was deceptively gentle. “Don’t worry. If you’re so desperate not to part with him, I can arrange for

to be together–a pair of star–crossed lovers meeting their tragic end.”

Thalia kept her head down, maintaining her silence.

Malfoy gave a derisive laugh. Finding her silence tedious, impatience flickered in his eyes.

“I’m speaking to you. Are you bloody deaf?” Malfoy suddenly seized Thalia’s arm, yanking her roughly before shoving her forward with brutal force.

Caught off guard, Thalia stumbled forward, losing her balance. Her body swayed precariously before she crashed hard to the ground.

With her hands bound, she couldn’t maintain her balance or break her fall.

echoed as she

complexion turned ashen. Her upper body followed, striking the floor. Though her face was white with pain, she didn’t cry out–she merely bit her lip and

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to the edge of the building. Seeing the drop before her, Thalia’s fear intensified,

twenty–six–storey building, she looked down at the dizzying drop below. Her acrophobia made her vision darken, and she quickly closed her eyes.

have you?” Malfoy observed her continued silence with an incredulous laugh, his tone hardening.

bucket beside him

of metal scraping and clanging against concrete

henchmen all held their breath, not daring to

the man’s volatile mood swings.

earlier, while they were downstairs, he had been smiling almost innocently, seemingly in

you won’t bloody talk, I’ll find a way to make you scream,” Malfoy’s expression

toward Thalia, his voice dropping to a threatening purr.

his eyes full of predatory intent. “How do you

filled with a mixture

noting the change in her expression, seemed pleased. His smile deepened.

you? I’ll make you scream,” Malfoy said, his voice taking on a vicious

forced herself to speak: “No… please don’t…”

smile took on an indescribably sinister quality that sent

to come alone and exchange himself for you, but I never promised I wouldn’t have a

stood before Thalia, looking down at her with arrogant, untamed eyes, as if regarding an insect he

crush at will.

aren’t you? But what a shame–just Asher Blackwood’s used–up slag. I despise

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concealing the hatred

turns with you instead. They’re not nearly

am.”

as the words left his mouth, Malfoy’s henchmen

was exceptionally beautiful, and they had already been eyeing her. Now, hearing their leader’s offer, they stared at

side, keeping his head down throughout, not once looking in their direction.

no interest in such depravity.