The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Thalassa gazed at the freshly printed photo of herself and Lysander, her smile shy yet radiant, while Lysander's lips curved into a gentle smile. They stood close together, both looking at the camera, radiating joy from every pixel. The photo was just perfect. It was the kind of image that made you feel good just by looking at it, a testament to their sweet happiness.

Thalassa turned to the photographer with a grateful, "Thank you."

The photographer waved her off, "No worries. You should head on to tie the knot; there's quite the line forming behind you."

"Right, right." Thalassa nodded, acknowledging the queue of eager couples waiting their turn. Their eagerness to wed mirrored her own.

Thalassa and Lysander proceeded to the registry office. After a few clicks and

you, take good care of them," the clerk said, handing over the certificates to Thalassa

feeling a rush of excitement and disbelief. She and Lysander were officially married! After eight long years, she was finally married to the father of her child! It was surreal. The happiness was so sudden, so real, she almost couldn't believe it, and tears

of the marriage certificate in his hands-a warmth that symbolized their future: Even his usually cool, composed heart felt a stir of emotion. He was really marrieret Thalassa! He had never

incredible, like his life had been adrift and now, holding that certificate, he had

quickly composed himself, only for his attention to be drawn to a single, sparkling tear dropping onto Thalassa's certificate. Thalassa was crying! A twinge