The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

When Alaric was labeled the "bad uncle" by the kids, it stung a bit. But now, he had the chance to set the record straight.

"Are you really my daddy?" Helena's eyes sparkled with hope, her voice soft and sweet.

"Absolutely," Alaric replied with a confidence that brooked no argument.

Even without a DNA test, he felt in his heart that Hertha's twins were his. They seemed just over two years old, and timing-wise, it matched up perfectly with when he and Hertha had been together.

Initially, Alaric panicked at the news of Hertha having twins, thinking they were born at different times to different fathers. But learning they were indeed twins, born at the same time, made everything click. They had to be his, especially since that night with Hertha was her first time.

Helena, reassured by Alaric's confirmation, beamed at her mother, her eyes shining like stars in the night sky. Her joy was unmistakable.

been her little buddies, relying solely on her. But now, knowing they had a dad, and seeing them so happy about it, especially allowing Alaric to hold Helena without any hesitation, stirred mixed feelings in her. Yet, the radiant

cradling Helena, settled

couch, while Hertha, with Julian in her arms, joined them. Julian, though held by Hertha, kept his gaze fixed on Alaric,

was actually their dad? How

stare, Alaric smiled warmly, gently introducing himself, "Buddy, let's get properly acquainted. I'm your dad, Alaric.

hand,

his mom

his hand suspended in air, his eyes conveying