Barren Heiress Returns With Quadruplet

Ellen’s POV

When I woke up, the first sensation I felt was anger. Zeke’s coldness had seeped into my dreams, tainting even my subconscious with his disdain.

What the hell is wrong with his brain?

I tossed the covers aside, had my bath, and got dressed, determined to confront him. This silent treatment had gone on long enough.

As I made my way out of the room, the smell of breakfast wafted through the air, but it did little to quell my rising frustration. I walked into the dining room, only to see Zeke standing up from the table as I approached.

“Good morning,” I said, trying to keep my tone neutral. He didn’t respond. Instead, he turned to leave, his expression unreadable.

“Zeke, wait,” I called out, reaching for his arm. He stopped but didn’t look at me. “Why are you treating me like this?”

His eyes flicked to my hand on his arm, and with a swift motion, he pulled away, glaring at me. “I hate it when filth stains me,” he said, his voice dripping with contempt.

I gasped, the words hitting me like a slap in the face. “Filth?” I repeated, my voice trembling with shock and hurt.

“Yes, filth,” he snapped. “That’s what you are to me, Ellen.”

Tears stung my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I took a step back, my mind reeling. Without another word, I turned and stormed out of the house, my vision blurred with anger and humiliation.

I climbed into my car and gripped the steering wheel tightly. How had things gone so wrong?

The Zeke I used to know would never have spoken to me like that. As I started the engine, I drove aimlessly for a while, the roads a blur as I replayed the morning’s events over and over in my mind. Zeke’s words echoed in my ears, each one a dagger to my heart.

Filth? How dare he?

I pulled into a quiet park and parked the car, needing a moment to collect myself. I got out and walked to a nearby bench, the cool morning air doing little to soothe my burning anger. I sat down and tried to make sense of everything.

How did it come to this? I had loved Zeke once, and at least thought he did too. But now, standing on the pieces of our fractured relationship, I couldn’t remember what that love felt like. All I felt now was anger and hurt.

My phone buzzed in my pocket, pulling me from my thoughts. I pulled it out and saw a message from my father.

“Can you come home now?” it read. “We need to talk.”

I sighed and typed a quick reply, telling him I’d be home soon. I stood up and took a deep breath, trying to steady my emotions. I couldn’t afford to fall apart now. There was too much at stake.

As I drove back home, my mind churned with plans and strategies. Zeke’s reaction had been harsher than I anticipated, but it also meant he was close to breaking. I needed to find a way to use that to my advantage.

When I finally pulled into the driveway, I felt a sense of grim determination. I walked into the house and found my father in his study, pacing back and forth.

“Ellen, what happened over there?” he demanded as soon as he saw me.

“You know, Zeke behaving like Zeke,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady.

He studied me for a moment, his expression softening slightly. “What happened to Zeke?”

I took a deep breath and told him everything. From Zeke’s coldness to his cruel words at breakfast. My father’s face darkened with anger as I spoke, and I could see the wheels turning in his mind.

“We can’t let this continue,” he said finally. “We need to find a way to turn this situation around.”

“I know,” I replied, my voice firm. “But we need to be careful. Zeke is on edge, and if we push him too far, he might snap.”

My father nodded, his eyes thoughtful. “You’re right. We’ll have to tread carefully. But we can’t let him see any weakness. We need to show him that we’re in control.”

I nodded, feeling a sense of resolve settle over me. “I’ll do whatever it takes, Dad. Wecan’t let him win.”

As my father and I continued talking, his phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID and his expression shifted to one of interest. “Excuse me for a moment, Ellen,” he said before picking up the call. I nodded but watched him intently.

“Yes, Mr Frank,” my father said into the phone. He listened for a few moments, his face remaining unreadable.

Then, a slow smile spread across his features. “Excellent. Thank you for the update.” He ended the call and turned to me, eyes gleaming with excitement. “The investor has finally paid in the money. He’s put one billion pounds into the company.”

My heart leaped at the news. “A billion pounds? That’s so fucking incredible, Dad!” I exclaimed.

“Yes, it is,” he replied, a rare note of genuine happiness in his voice. “This will give us the leverage we need. Things are finally looking up.”

We shared a moment of mutual satisfaction, the earlier tension temporarily forgotten. But just then, my father’s phone rang again. He glanced at it, his expression darkening as he saw the caller ID. “It’s Mr. Finley,” he said, answering the call. “Yes, Finley. What’s the situation?”

I watched as his face grew more serious with each passing second. “So what has happened?” he asked, his tone now edged with concern.

Mr. Finley’s voice was barely audible on the other end, but I could sense the urgency in his words. My father’s jaw tightened. “Don’t worry, you say?” he repeated. “What do you mean?”

He listened intently, and then his expression softened just a fraction. “They’ve intercepted it and gotten the address of the real meeting,” he relayed to me. “They’ve sent Kamille a fake address.”

A slow smile crept back onto his face. “Good, good, good,” he said, nodding in approval. “Finish off whoever it is and get whatever it is the person has. We cannot afford any loose ends.”

He ended the call and turned to me, his eyes glinting with a mix of relief and triumph. “We’ve got it under control, Ellen.”

I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. “That’s such a relief, Dad. Things are finally falling into place.”

He nodded, still smiling. “Indeed they are. We’ve been through a lot, but it looks like our perseverance is paying off.”

Feeling a wave of shared triumph, I couldn’t help but laugh. My father joined in, our mutual joy filling the room. The sound of our laughter felt almost foreign after all the stress and tension of recent weeks.

My father reached for the bell on his desk and rang it. A moment later, a housekeeper appeared at the door. “Bring us a bottle of our finest wine,” he instructed. She nodded and quickly left to fulfill his request.

The housekeeper returned with the wine and two glasses, setting them on the desk before us. My father poured us each a generous amount, the deep red liquid glinting in the light.

“To our success,” he said, raising his glass.

I clinked my glass against his. “To our success,” I echoed, feeling a sense of unity and purpose. We took a sip, the rich taste of the wine enhancing the moment of victory.

“You know,” my father began, swirling his wine thoughtfully, “We should start thinking about getting your siblings out of jail.”Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

I looked at him, my eyes widening slightly. The thought of seeing my siblings free again was both exhilarating and daunting. “Do you really think it’s possible, Dad? I mean, with the level of evidence they have against them…”

He leaned back in his chair, a confident smirk playing on his lips. “Ellen, in this fucking world, there’s nothing money cannot do. And right now, we’re fucking billionaires.”

I felt a surge of excitement mixed with apprehension. “But the charges are serious, Dad. It’s not just about the money. There’s a lot at stake here.”

He nodded, acknowledging the gravity of the situation. “I understand that, Ellen. But we’ve faced worse and come out on top. We’ll use every resource at our disposal. We’ll hire the best lawyers, bribe whoever needs bribing, and manipulate the system just like we always do.”

I sighed, my mind racing with possibilities. The prospect of having my siblings back was enticing, but I knew it wouldn’t be easy. “I trust you, Dad. But we need to be careful. One wrong move and everything we’ve worked for could crumble.”

He reached across the table, placing a reassuring hand on mine. “We’ve come this far, Ellen. We won’t let anything stand in our way. Our family will be whole again, and we’ll be stronger than ever.”

I nodded, feeling a renewed sense of determination. “Okay, let’s do it. Let’s bring them home.”

He smiled, raising his glass once more. “To our family,”

“To the family,” I echoed, clinking my glass against his.