The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Alaric locked eyes with Georgia, the weight of their shared history pressing down between them. He did not want Hertha caught in the crossfire of their feud.

His face turned stormy, his gaze fierce and red-rimmed as he stared at Georgia. "So, what's the big plan, Georgia? Marrying me despite thinking I'm the bottom of the barrel. Seems like a raw deal to me. And since you're so smitten with my cousin, well, he and Ms. Suttner haven't tied the knot yet. You could still make a play for him!"

Even in his anger, Alaric's voice was steady, almost pleading for Georgia to back off.

He was at his wit's end with Georgia.

As long as she left him alone, he was willing to swallow his pride.

Hertha, standing beside Alaric, heard everything. Was he really pushing his cousin into the line of fire?

Georgia was taken aback, struggling to process Alaric's words.

She had braced for a tempest, for Alaric to lash out with venomous words.

suggested she chase after his

was left speechless, all her prepared retorts

engaged. Why

belongs to Hertha, yet you persist.

had once cared about maintaining a good relationship between their families, but now, seen as nothing more than a leech in their eyes, what did he have

agreed to be with you. It was all

like her?" Georgia pointed at Hertha, her

in front of both

if they were in a beauty contest, and Alaric, the judge, had chosen Hertha over Georgia without hesitation, declaring Hertha the

pampered all her life, accept such

between Alaric and Georgia, hearing Alaric confess his feelings sparked her curiosity She turned to look at

reason. Out of all the women I've dated, she's the