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

was truly

trapped in a maze of his own thoughts, genuinely believing Hertha's comment about being happy for others was about her own children.

couldn't even bother to entertain his questions, her hands gripping the steering

car, and no matter how

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

sullen, his mood far from

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

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

first, with Alaric close behind. He knew if she entered the apartment, any chance of