The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

"You..." His words almost had Hertha cursing him out loud. She shot him an irritated glance before swallowing her anger.

Forget it, she thought. She was driving, and it was her brand new car. The last thing she needed was another fender bender marring its perfection.

"Are you under some kind of misunderstanding about me? How could I possibly be the foolish one? You take the cake, falling over yourself to play the hero for others." Hertha couldn't help but feel a lump in he throat when she thought of Georgia using the threat of a child against Alaric.

Her child, however, was indeed Alaric's, but she would never use their child to manipulate Alaric.

Georgia, on the other hand, had stooped to hiring a child to manipulate Alaric. It was beyond ridiculous.

"Hertha, what are you implying? Could it be that Julian and Helena are yours and Spencer's?" Alaric's face darkened.

"You're not foolish, you're downright dumb!" Hertha was so furious she nearly choked.

Alaric, she thought. Even after she had spelled it out for him, he still doubted her instead

man was

are they?" Alaric was trapped in a maze of his own thoughts, genuinely

steering wheel tightly. In the past, she would have vented her anger by

and no matter how angry she

her inner turmoil was like a tempest, yet she remained outwardly calm,

the ride, Alaric was sullen, his

with precision, storming out and heading towards the building. Alaric followed suit, quickening his pace to keep up with

in their own chilly aura as they entered the elevator, the tension palpable in the

Hertha stepped out first, with Alaric close behind. He knew if she entered the