Barren Heiress Returns With Quadruplet

Kamille’s POV

The day of the dinner finally arrived, and I felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness that had been building up since morning.

Zeke had kept to his word and made sure that everything was sorted out. My kids were already in school and from school, they would be taken to Zeke’s penthouse by himself, where they would go and meet Nanny Dona.

I smiled remembering how excited they looked when I told them they would sleepover at Zeke’s penthouse. Their excitement had reduced when I added we might not make it home on time to meet them before they go to bed.

Reon had begun smiling more and behaving more at ease. I now understood the responsibility that my little boy had taken upon himself due to the absence of their father. They would soon be five years old and yet they felt so grown.

I selected a loose flowery gown with some flips on and using s sunshade, I stepped out of my house into my car and drove in the direction of the spa Mr. Rogers sent me a reservation for.

I arrived at the spa, its interiors were exceptional and very beautiful and comfortable. While I was still married to him, his coldness towards me never allowed me to be comfortable enjoying the life I should have as his wife.

I’m not fucking not comfortable now, right?

“Urgh,” I groaned in a very low voice, as I got in to get prepped for the spa treatment.

After the relaxing spa session, I returned to the house to find the makeup and hair stylists waiting for me, my dress already delivered and hanging beautifully.

“Sorry, I hope you did not wait for too long?” I asked them as I opened the door for us to step inside the house.

I did not get any response, so I turned to see them still staring in shock. “Hello,” I called, snapping them back to reality.

“Sorry Mrs. Reid, it’s just that we have known you to be dead for four years,” Miss Marie Thatcher said.

Miss Marie is the most famous make-up artist in all of Luxstorg and her studio offered the best services.

“Miss Manor,” I corrected, wearing a comforting smile.

“But we only serve Mr. Reid’s wife,” Her hair stylist spoke up.

Miss Marie was very busy and only attended to high dignitaries personally. I never used her services as Zeke’s wife, because I never saw myself as one in his eyes.

She felt it was demeaning to serve anyone less than the caliber of persons she is used to.

“Shall we?” I asked. Tonight would mark a significant comeback for me and there was no way I was going to let them ruin it.All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

They nodded and we went ahead inside the house. Miss Marie began to work on my face.

As they worked on my face, I decided to call Amanda and Belle.

“Hello beautiful ladies,” I said into the phone, once the call connected.

“Someone seems to be high on energy,” Amanda teased.

My cheeks suddenly felt warm at her words. “Well, I’m making a comeback into society tonight,”

“No way!” Belle exclaimed.

“Are you kidding me now?” Amanda chimed in too.

“I know the invite is coming late, but can you guys make it?” I asked.

I didn’t mean not to tell them, it just escaped my mind.

“I’m sorry Kam, I’m on duty tonight,” Belle replied.

“Same here,” Amanda concurred. “But I mean, you could have told us,” She added.

“It’s fine and I’m sorry for not pre- informing you on time,” I said, trying to hide my disappointment.

Not that I had the right to anyway.

“It’s all good. How are the kids?” Belle asked.

“They’re at one of Zeke’s penthouses,” I replied. “He’s ensuring they’re safe until I get back.”

“That’s great to hear,” Amanda said. “We’re so happy for you, Kamille. This is a big step.”

“Thank you ladies,” I smiled.

We chatted for a while longer before hanging up. I felt a pang of sadness that they couldn’t be there, but their support meant the world to me.

“Just in time,” Miss Marie said with glee as she passed me a mirror. I stared at how beautiful I looked. I never thought I would make a comeback this soon and most especially in such a grand manner.

My lips were glossy pink and it suited the perfect layers of foundation that she had laid on my face. Her assistant had done justice to the curls that dangled perfectly above my face.

The perfect picture perfect look I had on in a while.

My dress was brought and I couldn’t help but stare at the beauty in front of me. I never knew that Zeke could select a dress as beautiful as this.

I slipped into my dress and looked at myself in the mirror. The reflection staring back was almost unrecognizable. I admired myself, feeling a surge of emotion that brought tears to my eyes.

The diamond pieces embellished on the dress created a colorful glow under the light. The dress was a knee length flair gown, with a plunged neckline. The back view was a deep V cut which left my fair skin exposed to prying eyes.

Then I thought about Zeke and smiled, feeling grateful for his support. Just then, my phone rang. It was Zeke.

“I’m here,” he said. “Are you ready?”

“I am,” I replied, my heart fluttering with excitement and nerves. “I’ll be right down.” I hung up and as Miss Marie and her assistant left, they shut the door behind them.

Here fucking goes nothing.

I exhaled deeply, then I descended the stairs. As I arrived, I saw Zeke waiting for me at the foot of the stairs, nicely dressed with a maroon tuxedo which completed the wine gold colored dress I had on. The look on his face was a mixture of awe and admiration. His eyes sparkled, and a gentle smile played on his lips.

“Zeke I…” He cut me off, by bending down to plant his lips on mine.

The kiss he planted was a light, feathery kiss on my lips, catching me by surprise.

“Sorry,” he said, stepping back. “I needed some of your air, because you just took my breath away.”

I blushed, feeling a warmth spread through me. “Thank you,” I said softly.

There was a moment of awkwardness before Zeke offered his arm. “Shall we?”

“Yes,” I replied, taking his arm. We walked out together.

When we got outside, we got into his car together and soon we arrived at the dinner hall. The grandeur of the building was exquisite and beautiful but the swarm of reporters standing at the entrance was shocking.

Zeke, being the gentleman he is, stepped out first, pushing the reporters swarming around us like bees, their voices ringing out from all directions, he held the door open so I could step out.

“What the hell?! I thought she was dead?!”

“Has she come back from the dead?”

“She might be here for revenge,”

“But she is still not wearing a ring and may be here to remarry.”

Their gossips were loud enough so I could hear . Both from the guests and reporters. They tried to keep it under wraps but they failed to try harder.

I wore my victory smile as Zeke turned to pave a way for me through the crowd, but then a reporter’s question stopped me in my tracks.

“Were you the one responsible for leaking the evidence against the Manors, which caused the imprisonment of Liz and Gabriel Manor?”

The question hit me like a punch to the gut, but Zeke’s gentle urging helped me regain my composure. I forced a smile and walked into the hall, leaving the reporters behind and that question unanswered.

Inside, the atmosphere was elegant and sophisticated. Zeke made several introductions to high-end officials, each one more daunting than the last. After a while, I found a table and sat down, feeling the need to calm my nerves.

I poured myself a glass of wine and took a sip, trying to steady my hands. It was hard to fit back into such social gatherings, especially given our complicated history.

Who rises from the dead after four years and suddenly appears at a dinner with her ex husband, who married her sister and also later divorced her sister and is now proclaiming love to her?

Me! I scoffed and downed another glass of wine.