The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

How could Alaric possibly listen to Angelina? After all the struggle, he had finally gotten his hands on the family registry document. Just one step out the door, and he could marry Hertha, start his own little family, living happily ever after with his wife and kids!

Alaric broke into a run from his brisk walk, his heart pounding with nervous excitement. If he had wings, he'd fly straight to Hertha, dragging her to get their marriage license.

"Where do you think you're running off to, you little rascal!" Angelina saw Alaric bolting and panicked, rushing after him.

Alaric didn't look back, his long legs carrying him swiftly towards freedom. Just a bit further, and he'd escape Angelina's dictations for good.

Seeing she couldn't catch up, Angelina desperately called out to the maid sweeping at the door, "Iris, close the door! Don't let Alaric out!"

Iris, always obedient to Angelina who paid her wages, immediately dropped her broom and rushed to lock the door.

are you doing? Move!" Alaric reached the door, yanking Iris aside in his attempt

burst out, the family registry document

behind her, stepping back to avoid his reach, panting, "Alaric, stop! Or I

at Angelina with a serious and stormy expression, "I'm a Falconer too, aren't I? I have

think I don't know what you're planning with it!" Angelina, veins throbbing with anger, stared at Alaric, "You're

tone serious and filled with suppressed anger, "Since

reached out his hand

hearing him admit it and seeing his determined

for his future, fighting for his share in

always opposed her,