The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Alaric's narrow, hawk-like eyes widened as he stared at Georgia. The news she delivered left him in a state of shock and delight, his breathing erratic with the overwhelming surprise. Hertha was equally taken aback, having never anticipated the truth to unfold in such a manner.

That night, Alaric had indeed been with a woman, so when Georgia confessed it was her, he harbored no doubt. He couldn't dismiss what had happened to him. But in reality, the woman Alaric had been with was Hertha, not Georgia! She had been too drunk to realize, mistaking her sticky skin for sweat, never considering the actual reason.

The truth was that she and Alaric... The misunderstanding that had been a thorn in her side was just that—a misunderstanding. Her issue with Alaric's night of indiscretion was, in fact, with herself.

Georgia, feeling both angry and wronged, bit her lower lip, breathing heavily in frustration. Despite her anger, she couldn't unleash it

confronted with real strength. Hertha had shown a wild, almost lethal side that genuinely frightened Georgia. Even after revealing the truth, Georgia dared not raise her voice to Hertha. She

a piercing gaze. "Swear to God that

danger. Georgia, thinking back to a recent news story about a desperate individual pushed too far, feared for her life under

swear, every word I've spoken is true. If I'm lying, may lightning strike me down."