The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Among all the women he had encountered - the tender and beautiful, the intellectual and elegant, the sexy and fiery - Alaric had seen them all, and they had all, in their turns, entangled him in their affairs. But why on earth did his heart beat for Hertha, the fiery lioness?

Ah, love, that enigma, was truly hard to pin down. Shaking his head, Alaric walked over to the couch, sat down, and turned on the TV to pass the time.

Locked out, Hertha exhaled angrily, gritting her teeth as she muttered, "I've never seen such a blockhead! How could I have been so blindly devoted to him?"

She had made it blatantly obvious, yet Alaric still hadn't started to doubt Georgia's child. Worse, he had started to question if Hertha's child was his own!

on the verge of exploding in anger! She really wanted to give Alaric a good thrashing, but even that seemed insufficient to vent her frustration. Returning home, Hertha took a shower, which only slightly eased

his thoughts were elsewhere. He hadn't been thinking of anything in particular,

lounging on the couch, but after a flash of insight, he quickly sat upright. Damn, could

to question the paternity of Georgia's child. But he

Hertha had a mocking expression, even saying Georgia was quite the actress. Hertha seemed to know something about

could it really be that the child wasn't his? And what about that paternity

restless, as if thousands of ants were crawling