Mistaken For A Gold Digger Full Movie Novels & Stories

I sat down next to Kael. "Let's begin," Sorin said. He put a folder on the table. "Documents were brought to our attention last night. Written confirmation from a source inside the Holt Pack." He opened the folder. "The woman presented to us as Lena Holt is not Lena Holt. She is the younger sister. An Omega. Sent as a replacement after the real treaty bride fled." The room was quiet. Every elder was looking at me. I looked back. All of them. One by one.

Why couldn’t I stop thinking about her? "Find me everything you can on Gold Ambrose," I told my assistant as he entered with reports. He blinked, confused. “Uhn?” I narrowed my eyes. “I want to know everything.” He nodded and turned to leave, but my phone rang. The number was unfamiliar, but Truecaller displayed the name: Gold Ambrose. A jolt of excitement hit me, like a damn teenager after his first time. I cleared my throat, trying to act calm as I answered, ignoring the curious glance from my assistant.

"Should we follow that? Tsk, it's not every day that we are blessed with such beauty, boss," "Tsk. That woman is cunning, and she would surely hold the payment if we do more than necessary," "Is this not enough of a payment boss?--" the leader of the gang punched his laughing face, and he ended up tasting the dust. "Look at him cry with that little punch," "Serves you right, then go ahead and satisfy yourself more!" "Right! We need the money, you asshole! My kid still got school, you fucker," Nathalie... could only curl up on that cold floor as she covered her ears and eyes... trying to forget the nightmare... trying to treat this reality as a nightmare...

I halted. “You also need to stop the thoughts of you being a model. It’s not happening. I know that you’re only here for the money. You wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for a price. You want a child and also end up being a model, and you want it to happen with me. You’re such a gold digger. You’re not only a gold digger, you’re also a whore. So, quit being all up in my face and trying to convince me to have a baby with you, because it ain’t happening. No, it won’t happen.”

"But Valentina, don't you think you also owe me for enduring your father? Do you have any idea what it’s like? Months of no real sex. Months of rubbing against a soft, old man who can't even get it in." Valentina’s face flushed with anger. "You take money for that! You’re a gold digger, Queen. That’s the price you pay for the diamonds and the cars." I breathed, an exhale of acceptance. "I am a gold digger," I admitted, my voice dropping to a low, needy tone. “I know that. But I love your father too much to cheat on him. I could have easily gone out of this house, gotten a callboy, anyone to fuck my aching pussy whenever I wanted. But…”

I just needed to escape before I walked down that aisle and became someone’s silent punch bag for the rest of my life. Gigi, my best friend, recommended him. She said he's a fixer. Smuggler. Loanshark. He could handle literally any dirty job, as long as the pay is good. And now, I’m standing in front of a man that looks like women fall on their knees to beg, just to have a taste of him. I step closer to make sure he hears me clearly. “I said I'll pay you a million dollars! I need my wedding ruined.” I yell over the blasting music in the club.

You disgusting scoundrel, piece of trash, you are nothing but a BLOODY GOLD-DIGGER. I looked at him in shock while tears kept running down my face. I got up and slapped him hard on his face. Evelyn: SHUT UP!! Yes, I am innocent because I couldn't recognise your true colours, you MONSTER!! I am a GOLD-DIGGER, then what are you? I lured you with my charms? I grabbed your attention by being innocent? The truth is that you trapped me by disguising yourself. You played with my feelings, emotions and with my heart just to make me work for you. YOU HEARTLESS BEAST, YOU ARE THE CULPRIT, NOT ME. YOU SNAKE, STOP BLAMING ME!!

"Please. Everyone knows who owns it. You think it's YOU? "Our boss? Young, smart, loaded—of course girls fall for him. But stirring up drama just to get noticed? That's straight-up sad." She slapped the bill on the table. "Here's the deal. Either pay, or say this out loud three times: 'Sorry, I'm a gold digger, I came to take photos.' Then I'll drop it. Call it a warning to the rest—stop throwing yourselves at rich guys. I get it, marrying up sounds cute. But not like THIS."

Because this could be the only thing that would rip us apart. I knew there were gold diggers everywhere. But I always hate it when they have their way. Just like the one my father had fallen for, who was from the same shitty town full of thieves. At age fifty-eight, he still acted like some love-struck teen with a midlife hard-on. Still blinded by love. And in two days, like a true fool, he was letting her drag him to the alter... A woman he just met three months ago. Fuck. It’s pathetic watching a man with that much life experience get played by someone who probably can’t spell the word ‘loyalty.’

He knew. Damien somehow found out about her deal with John and just like she feared, he misunderstood her. He thought she was a gold-digger. A woman who only came after him for his money. A woman who had pretended to love him so she could get her hands on his wealth— and he was right. Whatever he was feeling or thinking about her was true. She was a gold-digger. A cheat, who deceived him. She was a woman without morals. She had seduced him to get his money.