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.

potent masculine presence enveloping her, his kiss

spite and anger.

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

by Lysander, especially being used by Alaric as a strategy to

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 ago, the night they had crossed the point of no return, his body clamoring

saw you as a pawn.” Alaric’s voice was hoarse,

for three long years. He had wanted to find Hertha, to explain to her that he didn’t want to be with Georgia. He just wanted to be with her.

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

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

vanished from his life, no longer appearing before him and never reaching