The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 1416

Alaric’s ragged breath fanned across Hertha’s face, his long lashes brushing her cheek, sending shivers down her spine like a current of electricity. His alluring face was inches away, his lips pressed fervently against hers.

It was the tremble, the heart–racing, the thrill she had dreamed of countless times, where she and Alaric were locked in a passionate embrace, just like this.

Hertha felt as if her toes were curling.

For three years, she had daydreamed and nightdreamed about this man.

Hertha was no innocent like Thalassa. When she missed a man, she entertained vivid dreams of rolling in the hay with him, kissing him endlessly, sleeping with him through countless imagined encounters.

were coming to life. She could feel Alaric’s potent masculine presence

spite and

snapped back to reality abruptly. She placed her hands on Alaric’s face and pushed him away, her wide, watery eyes filled with indignation as she panted, “Alaric, I am not a pawn for you to use in your games

had been treated by Lysander, especially being used by Alaric as a strategy to

eyes held hers, and beneath the anger, there was an undeniable longing that had surged unbidden when he kissed her. It was the same desire that had roared within him three years

you as a pawn.” Alaric’s voice was hoarse, tinged with raw emotion.

long years. He had wanted to find Hertha, to explain to

out, haunted him. He had chased after her, only to see her with Spencer, looking so happy and content, a stark contrast to

knew they only showed their softest side to the man they truly cherished. Seeing Hertha’s affection for Spencer had made

life, no