The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Hertha's eyes widened in disbelief as she blurted out, "Alaric!" What was he doing here?

The woman who had just falsely accused Hertha of having children with Spencer sneered at Alaric's arrival. "What, did Hertha hire you as some sort of handsome distraction? How much is she paying you for this act?"

Confident in the gossip she had gathered over the years, the woman was certain of her accusations. She couldn't fathom any other truth. After all, her knack for sifting through rumors and uncovering 'facts' had never led her astray before.

In her mind, there was no question about the paternity of Hertha's children they were Spencer's.

As Alaric walked forward, he raised an eyebrow at the woman. "And who exactly are you? Why should I explain myself to someone like you?"

swallowed her anger and scoffed, "What did you say? That I'm randomly assigning fathers to her children? No amount of your acting fee will change the fact that Hertha's kids are Spencer's. If you don't believe it, why don't

closer, his tone sharp. "How presumptuous of you. How could you possibly know more about my children than I do? Were you there when Hertha and I were together? You have no

true-matters of such a personal nature were known

the middle of this drama, her father decided it was time to leave. But Hertha stopped him. "Please, don't go. Spencer trulydoves Emmeline. You can't

you prove Spencer loves Emmeline and not you?"

role in the wedding was a slap in the face

Emmeline today and not me, isn't that proof enough?" Hertha tried to reason