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.

she chase after

all

Why would you suggest I go after him? What's your angle?"

should ask you the same! You know my heart belongs to Hertha, yet you persist. Have you no pride?" Alaric's tone

more than a leech in their eyes, what did he have to lose? "Alaric, I was engaged to

agreed to be with you. It was all

like her?" Georgia pointed at Hertha,

in front of both

beauty contest, and Alaric, the judge, had chosen Hertha over Georgia without hesitation, declaring Hertha

her life, accept such

the argument between Alaric and Georgia, hearing Alaric confess his feelings sparked her

doesn't need a reason. Out of all the women I've