The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Hertha was on a bender, staggering down the street while belting out a tune, a scene straight out of a late-night bar crawl.

The neon lights painted them in surreal colors as traffic lights flickered by, a vibrant dance against the city's bustling night and its chilling embrace. Suddenly, their world of neon was shadowed by two looming figures, their presence blotting out even the drunken clarity from their eyes. Thalassa and Hertha sensed the oddity and looked up, only to find a burly figure, his arms inked with a dragon tattoo, blocking their path. The man's gaze was menacing, his face rugged and shadowed by a thick beard, the very picture of a thug.

This intimidating face seemed oddly familiar.

Hertha, through her haze of alcohol, pointed at the man obstructing their way and slurred, "Buddy, you're in our way," her body swaying unsteadily.

The burly man grabbed her arm, pulled her towards him with a yank, and she collided against his broad, meaty frame. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FɪndNøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

of disgust and was about to resist when the man twisted her arm behind her back, trapping her

Thalassa, sobering up quickly from the shock, yelled at the man, attempting

could escape last time, did you? Even brought a fancy boy to mess with me. Not this

that, he grabbed Thalassa too, dragging them both towards a

inside, their hands and feet swiftly bound with

Thalassa and Hertha struggled against their bindings, unable to

an attempt to scream for

Hertha's terror, fighting against the ropes in

hair into disarray, Hertha's wig flying off in the chaos. Arriving at a motel, the

for beautiful hair, he was disgusted

with distaste, "Dammit, a baldie?