The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Hertha furrowed her brows, deep in thought. Three years ago, after a night of too many shots with Alaric, they ended up at a hotel. It was a one-time thing. Could it really have been that night?

Before Hertha could voice her doubts, the receptionist continued, "At that time, Mr. Falconer and you didn't have any ID on you but still wanted to check into the hotel. Normally, we can't allow guests without ID, but I must admit, Mr. Falconer's looks were quite persuasive, and I, maybe a bit too charmed, bent the rules for you two."

"Since you were a man and a woman together, I assigned you a twin room," the receptionist said, stealing a glance at Alaric with a hint of concern.

A twin room means there are two separate beds in it.

The receptionist had her own little crush. She was so taken by Alaric's good looks and thought, if she gave them a double bed, would something happen between them?

She didn't want such a handsome guy to end up with another woman, especially not on her watch.

So, with a bit of personal bias, she decided on a twin room for them.

caught the receptionist's shy, admiring gaze and shot her an

was a clear warning-keep those wishful thoughts

story, Hertha was certain—it had to be that drunken night at the hotel with Alaric. The next morning, with her hangover barely faded, she

heart, making it impossible for

the same hotel that harbored such bitter

erratic, her

sharp aura enveloped

her gaze away and, in an attempt to ease the awkwardness, continued to explain to Hertha, "Later, another woman came looking for Mr. Falconer, saying she was a friend of yours and his. Net her go up. Just a few minutes after she did, the cops showed up to check on our guest registration. Since I had checked you in without IDs, worried about the repercussions, I called your room. It was the lady who came down later to talk to the cops

that woman named Georgia?" Hertha

overwhelmed with grief to piece everything together. So, it was Georgia who had come