The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

"Julian, what a sweet name. So, your sister must be Helena, right?" Alaric gently took Julian's small hand, his smile barely containing his delight. His tone was softer than ever before. "Yeah, Daddy! You're so smart, guessing my name just like that!" Helena, sitting beside Alaric, clapped her hands joyously in praise.

Hertha looked at Helena in amazement.

What's happening here? They've just met Alaric and Helena's already calling him Daddy?

That escalated quickly!

Feeling a pang of jealousy, Hertha's spirits sank even lower.

"See? Daddy's got lots of tricks up his sleeve. I'll show you just how amazing I can be," Alaric turned back, his eyes twinkling as he spoke to Helena.

Receiving compliments from his daughter made Alaric's heart swell with joy, more so than closing any million-dollar deal.

"Yeah, yeah, sure!" Helena nodded eagerly. "Daddy, you should stay and live with us."

Helena, ever the social butterfly, grabbed Alaric's hand, suggesting he stay over.

Alaric was about to agree without hesitation.

Alaric open his mouth to respond, Hertha gasped, quickly interjecting, "Oh, but he has work, plus he lives just next door, so it's no trouble for him to come over

immediately shutting down the idea of

She and Alaric were practically strangers; why would he move in with

with Alaric standing

of disappointment but kept a brave face for the

next door, always here when you

her secret about the children finally discovered by Alaric, though he promised

anxiety, wishing for someone to

kitchen, she

some time, that the house was unusually quiet. Could her mother not be home? Didn't her mother come

out to grab some

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smile, addressing the children, Julian, Helena, why don't you head to the playroom for a bit? Mommy and your

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