Barren Heiress Returns With Quadruplet

Zeke’s POV

“Drop any fucking weapon you have on you,” They commanded.

I took out the two silencers I had in my back pocket and threw them at them. They picked it up as they approached me and brushed over me in search of any other weapon.

Of course, they carried out a blind search.

That’s the moment one of them recognized me. “Mr. Reid?” He asked, looking surprised.

“Seems like I have some fans down here,” I smirked.

“Doesn’t matter anywhere, since you may not make it out alive,” another said and they pushed me into the room with a shotgun hidden perfectly in my boots.

I saw Kamille standing over some papers on the table. Tears were streaming down her face. Relief washed over me as I rushed to her side.

“Kamille,” I said softly, enveloping her in my arms. “Thank heavens you’re okay.”Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

She looked up at me, her eyes red and swollen from crying. “Zeke, I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I just couldn’t sit there and do nothing.”

I pulled her into my arms, holding her tight. “It’s okay. I’m here now. We’ll figure this out together.”

She clung to me, her body shaking with sobs. “I just want our babies back. I can’t stand this anymore.”

“We’ll find them,” I assured her, my voice firm. “I promise you, Kamille. We’ll bring them home.”

We stayed like that for a while, holding each other, drawing strength from our shared pain and determination. Eventually, she pulled back and wiped her eyes.

“Enough of the tear party. Sign the document,”

I raised my head and that is when I noticed the presence of two masked men inside the room.

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Kamille’s POV

Seeing Zeke I had completely forgotten about the presence of the two masked men in the room. But their voice brought me back into the reality of what I had gotten us into.

“Kamille, step away from the table,” Zeke commanded, his eyes never leaving the masked men.

I hesitated, my heart pounding. “Zeke, my children-”

“We’ll get them back,” he assured me, his voice steady and confident. “But you need to step away now.”

I dropped the pen and backed away from the table, my eyes wide with fear and confusion. Zeke faced the men, his stance firm.

“You’re not getting her signature on those filthy documents,” Zeke said, his voice cold and hard. “And you’re definitely not getting away with this.”

The man sneered. “I have heard a lot about you Mr. Reid and I did not think you to be silly. Do you think you can just walk in here and make demands? You’re outnumbered.”

Zeke’s jaw tightened. “Oh, that seems to be true. I forgot,”

I widened my eyes in shock. What game was Zeke playing at the expense of my children’s lives?

“Zeke,” I called amid the tears that flowed down my cheeks.

“Don’t worry Kamille, we’ll be fine.” He replied.

I was about to say something else when I heard screams from outside the door and men’s bodies dropping with thudding sounds from outside the door.

“Check what is going on outside,” The masked man said to his partner and he stepped out.

“Please can you just give me my kids?” I asked, trying to walk past Zeke, but he held me back.

I struggled to go free, I was not thinking straight anymore. I just wanted to leave with my kids already.

My cries filled the room, but Zeke held me tightly, trying to offer some semblance of comfort, though it felt futile. The masked man stood in front of us and gradually raised his gun at us unwaveringly.

“Sign the document,” the masked man demanded, his voice cold and devoid of any humanity.

I sobbed harder, my tears flowing uncontrollably down my cheeks. “Please, I just want my kids. Tell me where my kids are!”

“Be calm please,” Zeke whispered in my ears as he tightened his grip on me.

The masked man took a step closer, his gun trained on us. My eyes widened in fear at what was about to happen. I began to shake my head, praying, hoping that nothing would happen, but then I heard the deafening sound of a gunshot and I shot my eyes tightly.

I slowly opened my eyes to see the masked man’s body jerk violently, and he collapsed to the floor, dead. I turned in time to see Zeke pocket a shotgun into boots.

I always knew he had a fierce side to him, but seeing it with my eyes was still shocking to me. I slowly turned my attention back to the dead man lying on the floor.

My kids.

My cries gradually turned into frantic whispers. “No, no, no!” I scrambled out of Zeke’s arms and fell to my knees beside the masked man. “Wake up! Tell me where my kids are!”

“Kamille we have to go,” Zeke called but I could barely pay attention.

At his words, the door behind him opened, and several armed men dressed like the ones who stopped me at the gate entered the room. They quickly surrounded the dead masked men, their guns trained on them.

They were from Zeke after all.

I turned to Zeke, my heart racing. “Zeke, how did you-”

He pulled me into his arms, holding me tightly. “I had a feeling something like this might happen. I just had to make sure you were alright,”

I clung to him, relief flooding through me. “But my children, Zeke. We have to get them back.”

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

I just sat back on the ground and cried some more. I stared at Zeke and I could see how he struggled with containing his own emotions. I hated myself for allowing this to happen.

I heard Zeke curse angrily and walk over to the table where we stood earlier on. He yanked something out of it and smashed it with his feet.

Was that witch watching this the entire time?