The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Julian's question had barely left his lips when Alaric's gaze dropped, his eyes meeting Julian's.

The resemblance between Julian's bright, round eyes, full of life, and Hertha's was uncanny. It was as if they were carved from the same mold.

Turning to the girl next to him, Alaric noted the striking similarity in their eyes and, surprisingly, their height. Could the two kids be of the same age?

A frown crept onto Alaric's face, his curiosity piqued.

Hertha, catching Julian's question and Alaric's scrutinizing look, felt a surge of panic. "There are plenty of people with almond-shaped eyes in the world, it's not unusual for some to look alike," she hastily commented, trying to dismiss the implication.

Julian, scratching his head, seemed only half convinced.

Alaric's brow furrowed deeper, his tone abrupt, "Twins?"

"Excuse me?" Hertha stalled, taken aback.

Alaric nodded towards the two kids at their feet. "Your children."

trembling,

Alaric hadn't intended to pry further

almond-shaped eyes," Hertha replied, her gaze fixed on

another moment alone with Alaric; too much longer, and her secret might

blood raced, fearing Alaric might dig deeper, but he remained silent,

Their

yet sharing an

Alaric of clear,

their

sense of tenderness.

the elevator dinged open. She quickly ushered the kids out, not looking back as she hurried

Alaric followed.

watched Hertha fumble for her keys, his own emotions in turmoil. As he reached for his keys, an epiphany