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.

to resist when the man twisted her

shock, yelled at the man, attempting to

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

he grabbed Thalassa too, dragging

inside, their hands and feet swiftly bound with ropes prepared in

Thalassa and Hertha struggled against their bindings, unable

an attempt to scream for help,

fighting against the ropes in vain, unable to break

wig flying off in the chaos. Arriving at a motel, the burly man parked and prepared to unload his

for beautiful hair, he

head, he sneered with distaste, "Dammit, a baldie?