The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

"My mom swung by and whisked Georgia away. I can't stand the sight of her right now," Alaric said, his tone laced with irritation as he mentioned the name "Georgia," his expression visibly uncomfortable as he responded to Thalassa's inquiry.

"I was worried that Georgia's yelling might have disturbed Hertha, so I came to check in," Alaric added quickly, trying to offer some explanation.

Not a word about the kids slipped through Alaric's lips, and Thalassa felt the knot in her chest loosen with relief. This meant Alaric hadn't recognized Julian and Helena, and Bridget hadn't let anything slip.

It made sense, after all. Julian and Helena were a perfect blend of Hertha and Alaric. Helena had Alaric's eyes, but her nose and mouth were pure Hertha.

And Julian? He had Alaric's features-his brows, nose, and mouth-but his eyes were all Hertha, large and round, a distinguishing trait.

Even if Alaric had bumped into the kids, he wouldn't make the connection that they were his own.

"Hertha's fine, she just needs some peace and quiet to recover. No need to worry yourself sick," Thalassa reassured him. "You should head back before your fiancée gets jealous and storms over here to make

a scene."

to leave, but Alaric caught her arm. His usual devil-may-care attitude giving way to seriousness

engagement to Georgia

Thalassa that he had no feelings for Georgia and didn't want to be tied to

the air with Thalassa would somehow reach Hertha upon waking, as if this confession would relay his true feelings. Because Thalassa and Hertha were best friends, confidantes through and through.

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felt a sting in his heart upon hearing her words. Hertha had really told Thalassa everything, even the

scornful, recounting how she woke to find him and Georgia sharing a bed. That moment in the hotel, Hertha's anger was palpable as she stormed out, severing whatever affection

at Hertha. Seeing not only Thalassa but another woman, Lydia, caring for