Gold Digger? She’s the Richest Donna Chapter 08
Vincent looked at me, his expression unreadable. “Selina did talk to him. But I don’t know what she
said, exactly.”
Selina spun around and glared at Vincent, shock written all over her face. “Vincent, how can you take her side?”
Vincent looked at her calmly. “Selina, just cooperate with the investigation. If you’re innocent, the police will clear your name.”
Selina suddenly laughed, her voice twisted. “Vincent! I’m your fiancée! Aren’t you supposed to trust me no matter what?”
Vincent opened his mouth, then let out a helpless smile. “Five years ago, you told me Emma only dated me to repay a favor, for my family’s money. I believed you. But now I see how wrong I was. I didn’t trust what I saw with my own eyes. I believed your nonsense instead.”
“So what if I was wrong?” Selina’s eyes flooded red as she snapped, “If she didn’t want your family’s money, why did she wait for you at the beach every single day? She just wanted to repay your mom for paying for school!”
“Emma never accepted any expensive gifts from me. She never took my money transfers either.” Vincent’s voice was firm.
Selina scoffed, “Who can’t fake being humble? She just wanted to be Mrs. Ricci so she could spend your family’s money openly!”
“Selina!” Vincent slapped her hard across the face. His voice shook with anger. “You’re still slandering Emma even now? Do you know what I lost? I looked for her for five whole years! You told me she left me because she couldn’t get my money…”
Selina held her cheek and cried, “Vincent, we’ve been together for eight years. Does that mean less than three years with Emma? What does she have that I don’t?”
Vincent looked down and laughed bitterly. “You’re right. Feelings don’t make sense.”
While they argued, Damian had already finished giving his statement to the police. When they moved to take Selina away, Vincent suddenly stepped forward. “What message did you send Emma five years ago? Tell me.”
Selina was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly gave a creepy little smile. “Guess.”
Vincent froze in place, watching as she was led into the police car.
He turned to walk toward me, but Damian blocked him.
“Vincent, leave while I’m still willing to talk to you nicely. The protection deal is off. From now on,
the Montague family and the Ricci family will never work together again.”
Vincent ignored my warning and kept walking stubbornly toward me. “Emma, can we talk? It’s all been a misunderstanding all these years. I’ve only ever loved you. If I really wanted to marry Selina why would I have waited this long?”
I didn’t have the patience to listen to his excuses. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Damian’s face darken as he rolled up his sleeves-that was his tell, when he was about to lose it.
“Enough!” I cut him off sharply. “I’m married, I have a kid. Isn’t this ridiculous coming from you
now?”
But Vincent only got more agitated. “No, it’s not too late! I’m not married yet, you can still di—”
He never finished the sentence. Damian’s fist crashed into his face. Blood trickled down the corner of Vincent’s mouth, but he just stared at Damian, not even lifting a hand to defend himself.
“Divorce? Tell my wife to divorce me, right in front of me?” Damian’s voice was terrifyingly cold as he grabbed Vincent by the collar. “Or you can kill me first. If I’m dead, you got your chance, right?”
Hit him?
Who would dare?
Damian was the only heir to the Montague family. On the East Coast, no one touched what was his. Five years ago, he saved me single-handedly from a gang of thugs. They didn’t even get to touch a hair on my head.
What chance did Vincent’s weak little family, always begging others for protection, have against him?
