The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Gazing at the amber hue of her whiskey, Thalassa seemed lost in thought.

"Of course, he poured his heart out to you, so what did you feel? How did you respond?" Hertha, anxious and eager for details, pressed Thalassa for her reaction to Lysander's confession. This was crucial; it could define the trajectory of their future relationship.

Thalassa and Lysander had been entangled in a complicated dance for three years, a dance that had produced four beautiful children. If they could make it work, it would be nothing short of perfect. But the bal was in Thalassa's court now.

Hertha made it clear that no matter Thalassa's decision, she had her unwavering support.

Exhaling deeply, Thalassa's voice was tinged with melancholy, "I dodged the question. I didn't answer him."

when Rosalind had teased her about her feelings for Lysander, she hadn't confronted her

he just the father of your kids to you, or is there something more? Do

the question Lysander probably wanted the answer to as well. After all, beyond responsibility, love was the cornerstone of any relationship. Without it,

and I get this sour feeling in my stomach seeing him with another woman, even angry. But then I remember his ruthlessness, the way he can be so cold, and it makes me want to push him away, unable to let go of

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no doubt about it," Hertha reassured her, refilling her glass. "The emotions that spring up without your control, that's love. The feelings

I followed my heart, I'd be inseparable from Alaric, maybe even keep him tied to my bed, catering to my every whim." Her confession was raw, a testament to