The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Georgia was dragging her heels, not ready to leave. It had been ages since she last saw Alaric, and now, after hardly exchanging a few words, she was being pulled away. How could she possibly be okay with that?

Angelina tugged at her, but Georgia kept looking back at Alaric with longing eyes.

There he was, Alaric, hands braced on the diner's table, head bowed, the very picture of defeat and disinterest. Not a single look of longing for her, not a glance her way.

Just one look at Alaric, and Georgia's heart twisted in pain, her annoyance biting at her lower lip.

She had poured all her love into this man, yearning to be with him against all odds, and yet he wouldn't even spare her a glance!

Georgia was heartbroken, furious!

How could she possibly be inferior to Hertha? When it came to family background, she was leagues above Hertha!

In terms of looks, she was slim and stylish, miles ahead of the pudgy Hertha!

But Alaric, oh Alaric, had eyes only for Hertha!

Georgia felt her chest heave in anger.

sense another one of her tantrums brewing

couldn't take it anymore. She shook off Angelina's grasp and screamed out

quickly covered her mouth, "What are

her hand away, panting, "Why? Why doesn't Alaric like me! That wench Hertha, she's already had kids with another man, and he's still hung up on her!" Seeing

Alaric wasn't

such a sharp tongue, sparing

the Whitman family, she wouldn't want to spend another minute

with her own son!

alone play mate

grace was her affluent

Knowing your enemy

at Angelina, "Why bother investigating that tramp Hertha? She's already had kids with another man. How is

There's nothing worse than someone

was a lost cause,

a night with Alaric, which led to their engagement. All she needed to