The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Chapter 1173

This was the life of the elderly, a serene and tranquil existence.

In his room, Alaric slept soundly, his dreams filled with warm embraces of Hertha, whose slightly plump figure provided a comforting softness to hold. The scent of her femininity was a siren’s call, tempting him to kiss her over and over again.

Still ensnared by the dream, Alaric’s lips puckered as he imagined continuing his affections for Hertha.

But as his consciousness abruptly surfaced, he opened his eyes to find his arms hugging nothing but air.

Hertha was no longer by his side. Scrambling to his feet, he realized he was on the floor. A glance at the bed revealed it too was empty, no sign of Hertha anywhere in the room.

Could last night’s passionate encounter have been just a figment of his dreams?

A sense of loss washed over Alaric as his gaze dropped to the floor. There, on the cashmere carpet, a splotch of red caught his eye.

The bloodstain was none other than Hertha’s.

given to

undeniable evidence of their stormy night

what he said to his grandpa wasn’t all a lie.

and gave

a quick shower and throwing on clothes, Alaric hurried

only his mother Angelina sat at the breakfast table, a full,

over and asked, “Mom, where’s

to ask about her? She threw a tantrum this morning,

owe her.”

She asked you for two million? That’s

you think I’m lying? She came down in a huff, accusing you of taking advantage of her last night. She wanted hush money, said if I paid her, she’d leave us alone forever. That’s blackmail, pure

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anger was palpable as she spoke.

can’t be true. She’s