The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

"Mom, do you really think I should marry Alaric?" Hertha was still unsure. The thought of Alaric being with another woman made her heart ache, but she couldn't get over the hurdle in her heart.

Even if the child wasn't Alaric's, how did Georgia manage to convince him otherwise? It was because Alaric had indeed been intimate with Georgia. The thought made Hertha's stomach churn, and she couldn't persuade herself to accept it.

"I know what's bothering you, honey," Kimberly said, understanding her daughter's concerns. "Which woman wouldn't mind such a thing? But can you guarantee the next man you meet will be pure in body and heart? At least Alaric's heart is in the right place; he only has eyes for you."

Kimberly knew her daughter well enough to understand her reservations. Life's not perfect, and who's to say the next man Hertha meets hasn't had his past relationships? Hertha, already a mother and in her thirties, couldn't possibly expect to meet a man without his own history.

"How do you know Alaric only likes me? He's never said as much," Hertha asked, curious.

he? Maybe you just don't believe

Hertha's side; it was clear he had feelings for her. Kimberly had done her homework on Alaric. Born into the Falconer family, a lineage of privilege, he was their only child and prized possession. Raised in luxury, untouched by hardship,

weakness. He'd rather miss out than apologize. Yet, for Hertha, he had set aside his pride, doing everything he

already captured the heart of

her mother's

of affection. She had stormed out of the hotel too angry to listen properly, but she vaguely remembered him

he said it? Does it make it true? With his