Your Gold Digger is Actually A True Heiress (Thalia) novel Chapter 79

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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?” 

Drake’s heart felt as though an invisible hand was squeezing it mercilessly, crushing it until he could barely breathe. 

Asher gave him no time to recover, immediately continuing his interrogation: “Drake, what right or standing do you have to question me?” 

The question was devastating. 

Drake momentarily lost his bearings. 

Indeed. What right did he have now? 

He had destroyed his relationship with Thalia with his own hands. He had pushed her into another 

man’s arms! 

Asher looked at Drake with utter contempt, as if regarding a stray dog that had lost its home. 

This was precisely the type of man he despised most. 

Those who failed to cherish what they had when they possessed it, only to feign deep affection after losing it. 

Belated sincerity was worth less than grass. Who was he putting on this performance for? 

After a brief silence, the confusion vanished from Drake’s face. He seemed to have found a legitimate justification for himself. 

He twisted his lips into a smile, the blood at the corner of his mouth making him appear both unhinged and obsessive. 

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

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

your version of love.” 

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

behind Asher. 

“Drake, what on earth are you doing here?” 

She glared at him fiercely, her expression resembling one looking at a mortal enemy. 

Hearing Thalia’s voice, Drake raised his eyes toward her. 

The first thing that caught his attention was the unusual flush on Thalia’s face and the lingering passion not yet completely faded from her eyes. 

Looking lower, he noticed the glaring love bite on her pale neck. 

In that moment, Drake finally understood the meaning of heart–wrenching pain. 

If moments ago, hearing only Asher’s one–sided account, he had still clung to a shred of hope, allowing himself to believe it was merely a lie Asher had concocted to provoke him, 

Now, seeing the marks on Thalia’s body and the alluring look in her eyes with his own eyes, Drake was on the verge of madness. 

He could faintly detect the intimate atmosphere lingering in the air. 

They had truly been together. 

This realization brought Drake to the brink of collapse. 

It felt as though someone had violently carved out a piece of his heart, leaving it bleeding profusely, the pain nearly suffocating him. 

“Thalia,” Drake’s voice was hoarse, carrying an unmistakable sob. “Please, don’t do this to me. How could 

you…” 

How could you sleep with another man. 

These words were too painful for him to utter. The mere thought made his heart ache unbearably; he 

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couldn’t bring himself to say it. 

Only now did Drake finally understand the depth of his obsession with Thalia, the intensity of his possessiveness. 

In his twenty–some years of life, Drake had never experienced a moment of such utter despair and 

devastation. 

A tear slid from his eye. Drake was so distraught he felt he might shatter completely. 

The winter draft through the corridor carried a bitter chill. 

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

Thalia’s jaw tightened. Her face was cold, the fury in her eyes unmistakable. “Drake, we ended things amicably. I preserved your dignity. If you continue to harass me like this repeatedly, don’t expect me to remain civil!” 

Tears glistened in Drake’s eyes, and the place where Asher had struck him was bruised and red. 

“No.” Drake’s voice was raspy. “Thalia, I was wrong. So wrong. Please, just come back… I’m begging you, 

Thalia…” 

The man had humbled himself to dust. 

He no longer cared about pride or dignity, now begging Thalia in a lowered voice, crying like a child. 

Seeing him in this state, Thalia sighed helplessly. 

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

Drake’s eyes were bloodshot, his voice choked: “I’m sorry, Thalia, but I can’t do that.” 

Thalia frowned slightly but said nothing more, only giving him a cold glance as she prepared to close the 

door. 

Drake panicked and suddenly thrust his hand forward to block it. 

His hand caught in the gap. 

Thalia hadn’t anticipated this, and as she closed the door with some force, Drake’s hand was caught. He sucked in a sharp breath of pain. 

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