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

to

no feelings for Georgia and didn't want

Because Thalassa and Hertha were best friends, confidantes through

was forced or not, the fact that you and Georgia have played house is undeniable. Be a man of your word and take responsibility for Georgia," Thalassa

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his heart upon hearing her words. Hertha had really

and Georgia sharing a bed. That moment in the hotel, Hertha's anger was palpable

glance at Hertha. Seeing not only Thalassa but