The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

A charming smile spread across his handsome face. "Feeling tired, huh? Better hit the hay early and stop fretting about all that mess."

His warm, suggestive breath caressed Hertha's face, a robust aura seeping through her skin into her pores, making her blood simmer with a faint heat.

Hertha snapped back to reality, her gaze locking with Alaric, meeting his seductive, fox-like eyes.

Amber pupils shimmered like water under moonlight, casting a bewitching glow.

Just one glance was enough to unsettle the heart and disrupt one's breathing.

Hertha thought to herself, she was done for. From the moment she was dazzled by Alaric, she had fallen into a trap of her own making, not one laid out by Alaric.

The traps set by others weren't the scariest; the ones we set for ourselves were, like a maze with no exit in sight.

But then again, who could resist being a hopeless romantic?

of dawns, Hertha replied to Alaric, "You're right, time

hoisted herself onto the bed. With a roll, she nestled into the center, pulling the covers over

throw a tantrum, engage in a little back-and-forth, but

off hit him square in the buttocks, a surprisingly painful reminder of her

Hertha, who seemed

the receptionist been enough to

was she acting as

she truly be over that

with that smile, the more

over Hertha, his face close to hers, his voice a

the doorstep had stirred something in Alaric, a fervor that hadn't fully subsided

a room with Hertha, and possibly