The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Gazing at the amber hue of her whiskey, Thalassa seemed lost in thought.

"Of course, he poured his heart out to you, so what did you feel? How did you respond?" Hertha, anxious and eager for details, pressed Thalassa for her reaction to Lysander's confession. This was crucial; it could define the trajectory of their future relationship.

Thalassa and Lysander had been entangled in a complicated dance for three years, a dance that had produced four beautiful children. If they could make it work, it would be nothing short of perfect. But the bal was in Thalassa's court now.

Hertha made it clear that no matter Thalassa's decision, she had her unwavering support.

Exhaling deeply, Thalassa's voice was tinged with melancholy, "I dodged the question. I didn't answer him."

when Rosalind had teased her about her feelings for Lysander, she hadn't confronted

million-dollar question, then," Hertha leaned in, "Is he just the father of your kids to you, or is there something more? Do you have romantic feelings for

the question Lysander probably wanted the answer to as well. After all, beyond responsibility, love was the cornerstone of any relationship. Without it, life seemed

meet Hertha's, "I think... I do love him. It pains me to see him hurt, and I get this sour feeling in my stomach seeing him with another woman, even angry. But then I remember his ruthlessness, the way he can be so cold, and it

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glass. "The emotions that spring up without your control, that's love. The feelings you rationalize, those are just the harsh realities of life

if I followed my heart, I'd be inseparable from Alaric, maybe even keep him tied to my bed, catering to my every whim." Her confession was

around, "Keep it down, will you...