The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet

As he spoke, his breath tickled the delicate skin behind Hertha's ear, sending a shockwave of sensations - a mix of tingles, numbness, and itchiness through her. Hertha's body shivered, snapping back to reality. She placed her hands on his chest and pushed him away, blinking rapidly in denial, "Since when did I admit to being your future wife? Don't flatter yourself."

Despite her loud and assertive tone, Hertha's heart was racing uncontrollably, her eyes darting away from Alaric's gaze. When did Alaric become so cunning and manipulative, baiting her into his trap so effortlessly? He had fabricated a story, claiming his future wife had asked him to call her "mom", just to trick her into revealing she hadn't asked for such a thing. So childish! What good did winning an argument do? "You're backtracking on your own words not even a minute later?" Alaric crossed his arms, looking at her leisurely.

"As for reneging on promises, no one beats you at that game!" Hertha countered, hands on her hips, visibly frustrated. "How have I ever reneged on my promises?" Alaric retorted.

"You were the one who said you'd be responsible and that you only had eyes for me! That was the only reason I agreed to... you know. And then, you were off with Georgia in a heartbeat! Your words never meant anything; compared to you, I'm barely a drop in the ocean!" Hertha's anger escalated with every word. The sight of Alaric and Georgia together in bed three years ago was a hurdle Hertha could never overcome.

Alaric's mischievous expression darkened, his tone somber, "So, you'd rather raise our child alone than contact me because of that?"

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Hertha turned away, huffing, "You can think of it that way!"

"That night, I was drunk. I thought it was you..." Alaric stepped closer, his hands reaching for her shoulders, trying to explain earnestly.

The moment he touched her, Hertha recoiled as if electrocuted, "Don't touch me!"

She stepped back quickly, her chest heaving, her eyes misty, "Do you know how Thalassa broke up with Leopold?"

Alaric frowned, his gaze turning melancholy.

Hertha let out a bitter laugh, tears spilling from her eyes, "Leopold stept with Thalassa's cousin. Later, he tried to explain that he mistook her cousin for Thalassa. Thalassa broke up with him decisively!"

"I never understood Thalassa's decision, but now I get it completely." Hertha wiped away her tears.

"Please leave, I'm exhausted and need to rest. You can visit the child whenever you want, but there's no chance for us," Hertha said sadly, turning towards her room.

Alaric didn't leave; instead, he followed her insisting stubbornly, "Who says it's impossible just because you say so? I refuse to accept a breakup! Hertha, I don't get it. Before meeting you again, I've been with many women, and you didn't mind. Why can't you let go of that one time with Georgia?"

Hertha spun around, her chest heaving, tears mixing with her words, "Because I saw it with my own eyes, Alaric. How can that compare to anything else?"

Hertha was on the verge of hysteria; loving someone was so exhausting. Despite the insurmountable obstacle in her heart, knowing she should let go, she couldn't command her heart to do so.

Alaric stood frozen, his narrow eyes wounded by her tears, his heart in turmoil. Moved by a sudden impulse, he stepped forward, enveloped Hertha in his arms, and kissed her passionately.