The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet

Angelina stumbled back two steps, her hands clutching Georgia's arm tightly as Alaric's imposing demeanor bore down on her. Even someone as assertive as Angelina was left floundering under the weight of his anger.

Seeing Alaric on the verge of exploding, Georgia stepped in front of Angelina, protecting her, and retorted with her chin held high, "Angelina already told you, it was Hertha who came begging for the $200,000. You know how Hertha can't resist the sight of easy money. Angelina was just going with the flow."

"Going with the flow?" Alaric's gaze sharpened, filled with anger as he turned it on Georgia.

Georgia flinched under his stare, her initial bravado fading instantly. She stumbled backward, nearly falling, if not for Angelina catching her from behind.

Alaric grabbed Georgia by the shoulders and pulled her aside, his gaze fixed on Angelina. "You can keep your secrets. I'll just tell my cousin right now that I'm done with the Falconer estate. Let him have it all!"

Angelina was left gasping for breath, her anger constricting her chest, as she stared at Alaric in disbelief and heartbreak. "Alaric, that's cold. You're just like your father!"

Clutching her chest, worried her fury might actually trigger a heart attack, she spat out her words.

Alaric scoffed, "Of course, I'm my father's son. Who else would I be like?"

His demeanor turned icy, "Spill it!"

His booming voice made Angelina tremble, and seeing the red rage in his eyes, she knew he was serious. If she didn't speak up, Alaric, with his stubborn streak, would surely call his cousin on the spot and renounce all claims to the Falconer legacy.

After years of maneuvering,

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between Alaric and Georgia, all to ensure Alaric would take over the Falconer estate, Angelina's biggest fear was seeing him throw it all away in a fit of pique.

"Fine, I'll talk," Angelina finally conceded through clenched teeth.

Georgia looked at Angelina fearfully, not wanting her to reveal the truth and potentially reconcile Alaric with Hertha.

"Shut up!" Alaric shot Georgia a warning glance before she could protest further.

Georgia bit her lip, staying silent.

Seeing Alaric's determination to uncover the truth, Angelina took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves before admitting, "Yes, three years ago, it was me who offered Hertha $200,000 to leave you. But you know what? She didn't even try to fight for you. She just took the money and agreed to my terms without a second thought."

Angelina paused as she noticed Alaric's eyes, usually so sharp, now shimmering with unshed tears. His jaw clenched so tightly it trembled, his body rigid with anger and pain.

This was a side of Alaric Angelina had never seen before, and it made her heart plummet.

Concerned, she softly called his name, "Alaric."

As she reached out to touch his shoulder, Alaric jerked away, "Don't touch me!" he growled, the tears in his eyes refusing to fall. Betrayal by a loved one left a unique kind pain, a heartache as if it were constricted by a rusted chain, each breath pulling tighter, more painfully than the last.