The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Since persuasion was futile, he had no choice but to let go.

As dusk fell, the streets of Starhaven came alive, bathed in the glow of neon lights and the buzz of activity.

Thalassa and Hertha found themselves at a bustling street food stall, indulging in a feast of grilled delights, accompanied by chilled beers.

In her usual bold fashion, Hertha popped the beer bottle open with her teeth and filled Thalassa's glass to the brim. "Thalassa, I'm in a foul mood today, and you have to join me for a drink," she declared. Thalassa didn't stop her from pouring the drink, saying, "I'm with you tonight, all the way."

Hertha looked up, surprised, and then laughed. "Really? After three years of sobriety, you're finally going to drink with me?"

"Yes, it's been three years. Time flies. I wonder how Atticus, Dorian, Elowen, and Sophia are doing at their boarding school." Since Zephyr had taken Thalassa's children from the hospital, she hadn't seen them.

Over these years, she had been devoted to taking care of Lysander, maintaining a clear head to ensure she made no mistakes. Now that Lysander was better and no longer needed her constant care, she felt free to live as she wished.

herself missing her children, wondering if they

kids are geniuses and incredibly adaptable. Don't worry; they'll

drink to our tragic love lives," Hertha

raised hers in return, and they both downed their beers,

Crawley's company, all to stand up to the Falconer family and to cancel his arranged marriage with Georgia Whitman. He told me he could never marry Georgia and asked if

YOUR

words, Hertha had lashed out at him. It was a defense

heart had raced at

romantic, and without constant reminders to keep her feelings in check, she might have