The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

It was indeed a rare gem when two people, driven by love, hurried into marriage. The clerk, processing their marriage license, hoped every couple she assisted would find everlasting happiness. Seeing their eagerness, why make them wait any longer?

Alaric, upon seeing the clerk's approval, must have thanked her a dozen times over. Hertha couldn't help but smile, seeing Alaric's boyish, goofy grin. From filling out the forms to taking photos, and finally receiving their marriage certificate, the whole process took just ten minutes.

When Alaric held the freshly printed certificate, still warm from the printer, it felt almost sacred in his hands. He was married. He was truly married to Hertha! Never in his thirty-something years had he felt this elated, this blissful. After admiring the certificate for a moment, Alaric carefully tucked it into his pocket. Overwhelmed with joy, he couldn't resist cupping Hertha's face, puckering her lips into a kiss. "Hey, wifey, what do you fancy for lunch?" he asked, still buzzing from the excitement.

Hertha, taken aback by the sudden kiss but understanding his exhilaration, turned to the clerk and said, "Shouldn't we be asking our guest what she'd like to eat? We were going to treat this lovely lady to lunch, weren't we?"

oversight, Alaric quickly said to the clerk, "What would

in his excitement. The

Alari and Hertha didn't insist further. They shared a look, eyes twinkling with shared sweetness. "C'mon, what do you wanna eat? Think carefully, our first meal as a married couple," Alaric said, his voice

matter how many meals they shared. But now, with that certificate in hand,

prenup, so your vast fortune is half mine now, isn't it?" Alaric playfully flicked her nose, "I'm all yours, and so is

bells, "You're really not guarding yourself at all,