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.

the door, yanking

cracked open and Alaric prepared to burst out, the family

back to avoid his reach, panting, "Alaric, stop! Or I swear, I'll

and stormy expression, "I'm a Falconer too, aren't I? I have

know what you're planning with it!" Angelina, veins throbbing with anger, stared at Alaric, "You're planning to marry Hertha with it, aren't

filled with suppressed anger, "Since you

reached out his hand

had guessed Alaric's intention, hearing him admit it and seeing his determined stance

been plotting for his future, fighting for his share in the Falconer

had always opposed her, always resisted