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!

a good thrashing, but even that seemed insufficient to vent her frustration. Returning home, Hertha took a shower, which only slightly eased her

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

after a flash of insight, he quickly sat upright. Damn,

not his? It took Alaric a moment to connect the dots. He began to question the paternity of Georgia's child. But he had taken a paternity test with the child, which

mentioned the child and Hertha had a mocking expression, even saying

the child wasn't his? And what

crept in, it was hard to shake off. Alaric felt restless, as if thousands of ants were crawling inside his heart.