The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Hearing Hertha's words, Alaric's smile widened, the tension easing from his eyes. No matter what twists life might throw their way, as long as their hearts beat as one, nothing could stop them from saying "I do." The foundation of marriage is two hearts united in eager anticipation of joining lives.

Leaning in, Alaric's forehead touched hers, his voice soft and tender, "Okay, I'm not worried. There's still the afternoon. And if not today, there's always tomorrow."

As long as Hertha was by his side, eager to make their union official, a delay of a mere half-hour meant nothing. His warm breath brushed against Hertha's face, intensifying the tender affection that enveloped Alaric.

Hertha's face bloomed with a deeper joy as she nodded, "Exactly, no worries." Opening their hearts to each other, acknowledging the deep bond they shared, brought them both immense peace. Together, their hearts could weather any storm.

waiting patiently. After three couples ahead of them had their marriages certified, it was

deliberate, all to prevent his and Hertha's union. Worse yet, Georgia had concocted a story involving a child

clerk, busy tidying up, didn't even glance up, saying, "We're closed. Come back in the afternoon." Desperate, Alaric

later was disheartening. Yet, Hertha, seeing Alaric's nervousness, felt an overwhelming surge of happiness. Even though they'd agreed waiting until the afternoon was fine, Alaric's immediate forgetfulness of their calm resolve showed just how much he

her tidying to look over, was taken aback. Alaric was breathJust handsome; he was breathtaking, in an almost ethereal way. And Hertha, so ordinary in comparison. That such a striking man exuding an air of nobility, was so anxious to be joined in marriage to this