The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

"Making others happy isn't such a bad thing, you know." Lysander pulled Thalassa into his embrace, his words a gentle reply to her earlier query.

Leaning against the broad expanse of Lysander's chest, Thalassa paused for a moment, absorbing his words. Being with Lysander had sharpened her intuition; she often grasped his meaning immediately. He was talking about making others happy.

Which meant his agreement to marry Rosalind was for her happiness, for Joshua's, for Zephyr's.

That once indomitable Lysander, whom no one could influence, had suddenly embraced such a passive stance.

Was it because of his leg?

The thought plunged Thalassa into a deep, somber mood.

Just as she was engulfed in her sorrow, Lysander's deep, magnetic voice filled the air again. "I'm curious about your reaction, too. Seeing me marry another woman, would you really stand idly by?"

Thalassa's heart clenched in an instant, and she sat upright in surprise, her big, dewy eyes fixed on Lysander. "Wait, was this a trap?"

If she guessed correctly, Lysander's marriage to Rosalind was a ploy to provoke her into action, to confess her feelings for him?

all this

God, that's

thought her boldness in attempting to disrupt the

all

still the same cunning

Rosalind merely a pawn to test her

sure she would

her astonishment, Thalassa voiced her doubt, "What if I

thick lashes fluttered slightly as he spoke, "Then Rosalind and I would have lived as husband and wife, a life without ripples." Thalassa froze, her

just about testing her

she hadn't stepped in, it would have meant she didn't hold him in

have been futile. Marrying Rosalind, a match everyone expected, would have been his next

love,

Joshua, and Zephyr, marrying, Rosalind and living a

tragic,