Barren Heiress Returns With Quadruplet

Ellen’s POV

I stood beside my father on the presidential floor, our eyes glued to the TV screen showing the live feed from the room where Kamille was with the kidnapper we had hired.

I was delighted by how miserable Kamille looked. We just needed her damned signature on the documents. Was that so hard for her to do and get her pathetic self out of my face?

Instead, she chose to stay in the room, her eyes red and swollen from crying and ceaselessly demanding to see her kids first. I felt a twisted satisfaction seeing her like that. She deserved this, every bit of it.

We could not give her kids first because they were still unconscious and miserable just like their mother.

But then, out of nowhere, Zeke appeared on the screen. My heart sank, and an overwhelming sense of rage bubbled up inside me.

“Why can he not just stay away from Kamille?” I yelled, unable to contain my frustration. “What is it about her that makes him love her so much, to neglect me?”

My father placed a calming hand on my shoulder. “Calm down, Ellen. We need to stay focused.”

Just then, Max burst into the room, his face pale and eyes wide with urgency. “We’re under attack,” he said, his voice low but intense. “We have to leave the building now.”

“Who?” my father asked, his eyes narrowing.

“We don’t know exactly who they are,” Max replied, his voice strained. “But they’re highly skilled, using silencers. The shots are precise and accurate with their faces covered in black,”

My father’s face darkened as he muttered, “The special operations team. The most feared killers in all of Luxstorg and beyond, controlled by the Caruso family.” He looked at me, his expression grave. “We need to leave now if we want to make it out alive.”

My fury was barely contained. Zeke was ruining everything. Our carefully laid plans were unraveling because of him. “That idiot,” I spat. “He’s destroying everything! And Kamille, whoring around with gangsters, bringing this chaos upon us.”

Max took charge, guiding us swiftly out of the room. As we made our way down the emergency stairwell, the muffled sounds of gunfire echoed through the building, each shot a reminder of how close danger was.

Once outside, we piled into a waiting car, and Max sped away from the building. Despite the chaos, we managed to stay connected to the camera feed from the room. On the screen, Zeke was trying to take Kamille out of the building, but she resisted, tears streaming down her face as she cried out for her children.

“Kamille, we need to go now!” Zeke’s voice was desperate, but Kamille was inconsolable.

“I need to see my kids!” she sobbed, her voice cracking with desperation.

She clung to him tightly. “But my children, Zeke. We have to get them back.”

He nodded, his expression serious. “Our Children,” He corrected. “We will. I promise.”

Our children?! My eyes burned with hatred. Soon he would have no other choice than to father the baby in my womb and will be married to me forever. I clenched my fists angrily.

Zeke glanced around the room, and suddenly, his eyes locked onto the camera. I watched in horror as he strode over to it, his face contorted with rage and smashed it to pieces. The screen went black, and the connection was lost.

“Damn it!” I yelled, slamming my fist against the car door. “Why didn’t we take Kamille too? This is all falling apart!”

My father’s voice was calm, almost soothing. “We don’t need Kamille, Ellen. We have what she values the most. Her children.”

I knew he was right, but the frustration and anger were hard to shake. We had been so close, and now everything was slipping through our fingers. The car sped through the streets, the city lights blurring past as we made our way back to our mansion.

Kamille’s presence was like a poison, seeping into every part of our lives and wreaking havoc. “We need a new plan,” I said, my voice shaky but resolute. “We can’t let this set us back.”

My father nodded. “We’ll regroup and figure out our next move. We still have the children, and that gives us leverage.”

As we arrived at our mansion, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of dread. The Caruso family’s involvement was a dangerous twist, one that could spell disaster for us if we weren’t careful. We needed to stay one step ahead, and that meant thinking fast and acting even faster.

Why can’t we just get it done and over with when it comes to Kamille?

Inside the mansion, we sat in the living room. Mr Finley had also arrived. He reported the death of the leader of the kidnappers we hired.

“What’s our next move?” Max asked, his eyes scanning the room for any sign of weakness.

“We need to secure the children at all costs and make sure they’re safe,” my father said. “Without them, Kamille has nothing to fight for.”

“And Zeke?” I asked, my voice hard. “What do we do about him?”

My father’s eyes darkened. “He’s a problem we’ll deal with soon enough. And that will be dependent on the outcome of your pregnancy result,”

I nodded. We had come too far to let this setback derail us. Kamille and Zeke would pay for their defiance, and we would come out on top, no matter the cost.

Despite the chaos and danger, a part of me felt a twisted sense of excitement. The game was far from over, and I was determined to win. Kamille’s tears and Zeke’s rage were just stepping stones on our path to victory.

My father’s voice broke through my thoughts. “Remember, Ellen, we have the upper hand. As long as we have the children, we control Kamille.”

I nodded, a cold smile spreading across my face. “And we won’t let anything or anyone stand in our way.”

The battle was far from over, but I was ready for whatever came next. Kamille and Zeke had made their move, and now it was our turn. The game was on, and I was determined to win, no matter what it took.NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.