The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet novel Chapter 1995

At thirty years old, she knew she couldn't just think about herself.

Her racing heart calmed, and her gaze slowly shifted towards Alaric. He was on one knee, a gesture of pure devotion, holding a small, red velvet box in his hands. Inside, a diamond ring sparkled, catching the colorful lights around them, shining like a beacon of love at its brightest.

Yet, the sight pricked at Hertha's heart. She held her breath, mustering a smile, and extended her hand towards Alaric, her voice clear for all to hear, “I accept…”

With those words, a collective sigh of relief washed over the crowd. Alaric was over the moon, the glint in his charming eyes unmistakable with joy. His earlier nervousness transformed into pure elation as he quickly took the ring from the box, slipping it onto Hertha's finger with earnest care.

Seeing the ring, a symbol of their soon-to-be union, on Hertha’s delicate hand, Alaric was moved. He gently lifted her hand, pressing a tender kiss to it. This moment, framed by a backdrop of lush roses, was captured by the event photographer, a perfect picture of happiness and romance.

The warmth of Alaric's lips on her hand sent a shiver through Hertha, a jolt that ran straight to her heart. Despite her attempts to keep her distance, her body couldn’t lie; she hadn’t forgotten Alaric in these three years.

The engagement sealed with a kiss, applause erupted, louder even than the music playing. Hertha, brought back from her turmoil, noticed everyone's eyes on them. She playfully tugged Alaric to his feet, teasing, “Get up, don’t steal the limelight.”

“Anything for you, my dear,” Alaric quipped back, with that mischievous tone of his, whispering in Hertha's ear. Hertha blushed, and before she could retort, Alaric positioned himself behind her, a silent statement of his support.

Ignoring his antics, Hertha turned to Emmeline and her father, saying, “There, now you believe me, right? Alaric really is the father of my children. My being a bridesmaid today is just a favor due to a last-minute need. After this, Alaric and I will head home.”

Her words pleased Alaric, who was standing behind her. His intense gaze landed on Hertha, his grip on her hand tightening. Emmeline's father seemed much more at ease, though he looked to Emmeline for her reaction, leaving the decision in her hands.

Hertha watched Emmeline nervously, afraid she might reject Spencer out of anger. But when Emmeline looked at Spencer, meeting his earnest, anxious gaze—filled with fear of losing her—her heart softened. She had been furious, considering ending things with Spencer.

But seeing his worry, she couldn’t bear to let him go. After all, she had loved him deeply. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Emmeline finally spoke, “Spencer, can you look into my eyes and answer the question the officiant asked earlier, one more time?”