Your Gold Digger is Actually A True Heiress (Thalia) novel Chapter 112

Chapter 112 

Chapter 112 

The call ended abruptly. 

Don’t flatter yourself. 

Those words echoed in her mind like a haunting curse, repeating endlessly. 

Thalia felt utterly desolate, all the tender affection that Asher had once lavished upon her now draining away, moment by moment. 

Outside the window, the snow fell more heavily, fierce northern winds howling, shaking the tree branches. 

Thalia stared blankly at the swirling snowfall beyond the glass. 

After a moment of silence, her phone began ringing again, insistently. 

With tears still drying on her face, the clamorous ringtone suddenly made her feel profoundly weary. 

It was Randolph calling. 

“Thalia, the Blackwood family came to dissolve the engagement today.” 

Her heart had already grown numb with pain. Thalia responded with a faint acknowledgment. 

Randolph hesitated, seemingly reluctant to continue. “Have you seen the gossip about Asher and that actress?” – 

Thalía remained silent. 

Randolph went on: “Tomorrow I’ll arrange for a press conference to publicly announce the termination of our engagement with the Blackwood family. The responsibility for this falls entirely on them. Thalia, they’re the ones at fault here–don’t let this weigh on you. There’s no shame in a broken engagement. I’ll find you someone far more suitable in future. My beautiful, accomplished daughter could have any man she desires.” 

Thalia continued her silence. 

She didn’t know how to respond. 

She hadn’t expected the Blackwoods to move so quickly–Asher had broken up with her just last night, and today they had already come to officially end the engagement. 

Were they really so eager? 

Recalling the alluring female voice on the phone earlier, Thalia felt a crushing pain in her chest. Was Asher in such a rush to distance himself from her because he wanted to make things official with Laurina? 

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“Thalia, get some rest. After tomorrow’s press conference, I’ll send a car to bring you home.” 

Once the press conference was over, the Winters family would have no further connection to the Blackwoods. Surely then Malfoy would stop targeting them. 

With this thought, Randolph added a few more comforting words, urging her not to let heartbreak damage her 

health. 

Thalia responded with vague, perfunctory acknowledgments. 

In a dimly lit private room at an exclusive club. 

Drake Ashcroft sat on the sofa, his face hidden in shadows, his expression unreadable. 

Around him, people drank, chatted, and flirted, but Drake remained disinterested. The revelry had nothing to do 

with him; he only wanted to sit alone in the corner, lost in his thoughts. 

In recent days, Thalia had disappeared. 

After being discharged from hospital, he’d discovered she had moved. The adjacent apartment was already empty. 

He had no idea where she’d gone, and her phone was unreachable. 

It seemed that suddenly, Thalia had vanished from his world. 

He’d fallen into a state of despair, numbing himself with alcohol daily. 

Once, when particularly intoxicated, he’d imagined seeing Thalia return. 

She’d been wearing the dress he had bought for her when they were together, smiling softly at him. “Drake.” 

Overwhelmed with joy, he’d embraced her, laughing and crying simultaneously. 

Thalia had gently touched his face, her eyes full of concern. “You really ought to stop drinking so much. It’s terribly bad for you. Come on, let’s get you to bed.” 

He’d covered her hand with his own, tilting his head to nuzzle against her palm, tears running down his cheeks. “Thalia, I truly regret everything. Won’t you come back to me?” 

Thalia had smiled sweetly, her voice soft. “But I have come back, haven’t I?” 

Drake, red–eyed, had asked: “I swear I’ll only ever love you, only be good to you. Can we start again?” 

Thalia’s gaze had been tender, full of affection. “Yes. I won’t leave again.” 

“That’s wonderful,” he had mumbled. “I thought… I’d lost my chance forever…” 

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He had broken down, sobbing uncontrollably. 

It was the emotion of recovering something precious, combined with remorse for past mistakes. 

How wonderful. 

His Thalia had returned to him. 

Thalia had been all tenderness, gently wiping away his tears before leaning in to kiss him. 

Desire had flared, the atmosphere growing heated. 

That night, he had taken her repeatedly. 

Abandoned to passion, ecstatic. 

However, when he’d opened his eyes the next morning, the naked woman lying beside him had actually been 

Sienna! 

In that moment, his world had collapsed! 

How could it be Sienna? 

Last night, it had clearly been Thalia. 

Humiliated and furious, he had harshly rebuked Sienna. 

Far from being angry, Sienna had gazed at him with tearful eyes, biting her red lips, crying beautifully. 

“Drake, you love Thalia Winters so much–I’ll imitate her. Didn’t you once say we look somewhat similar? I can copy her style, her makeup, her hairstyle. I’ll do whatever you want, just don’t send me away, please?” 

Recalling the events of the previous night, he had hesitated. 

Sienna, last night, had truly resembled Thalia! 

Seeing his silence, Sienna had taken his hand, gently swaying it as she pleaded softly: “Drake, you enjoyed last night, didn’t you? Don’t pretend otherwise.” 

“Let me stay with you. I’m willing to be Thalia’s substitute,” Sienna had begged quietly. 

No man could resist a woman’s humble plea. 

Especially a beautiful woman, a woman who loved him with all her heart! 

Drake had rubbed the bridge of his nose, sighing deeply. 

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He missed Thalia desperately; in these days without seeing her, he’d nearly gone mad. 

The moment Sienna had pressed against him and kissed him, Drake had surrendered. 

He had thought defeatedly: without Thalia, a substitute was better than nothing. 

From that day forward, Sienna had remained by his side. 

Undeniably, she was a competent substitute. As promised, she had imitated Thalia’s style and hairstyle, even using Thalia’s preferred perfume. 

Drake most enjoyed holding Sienna from behind, inhaling her scent. Their silhouettes were nearly identical, and they smelled exactly the same, which delighted him immensely. 

Thus he deceived himself, gradually sinking deeper.