Barren Heiress Returns With Quadruplet

Kamille’s POV

Grateful that I acted calm around Belle and Amanda, making them believe I had resigned myself to wait for Zeke’s return, I went into the shower and had a cold bath.

As I stepped out of the shower into my room, I noticed Belle standing there. “Sorry, I heard the sound of water and decided to come see what’s up,”

“Thank you, but I was just having my bath,” I replied and looked away.

“Kamille, are you sure you’re okay?” Belle asked, her eyes filled with concern.

I nodded, forcing a smile. “Yes, Belle. I just need to rest. Maybe sleep will help.”

Belle squeezed my hand. “We’ll be here if you need anything.”

“Thanks,” I replied, feeling guilty for deceiving her. “I appreciate it.”

I walked to my bed and pretended to sleep. I lay still, counting the minutes until the house grew silent. When I was certain everyone was asleep, I slipped out of bed and quietly grabbed my phone and the note the driver had given me earlier. My hands trembled as I dialed his number.

“Hello?” the driver answered.

“It’s Kamille Manor,” I whispered.

Manor sounded weird.

“I need your help,” I said and began explaining the nature of my plan to him.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked, worry evident in his tone. “It’s dangerous.”

“I have no choice,” I said, my voice breaking. “My kids are in danger. Please, I need to do this.”

After a brief pause, he agreed to meet me. I crept out of the house, my heart pounding in my chest. Every creak of the floorboards sounded like a thunderclap in the silent night.

I managed to slip outside without waking anyone but now I had to find a way to distract the security watching me. I picked up a stone and threw it in the direction I hid. Two securities went in search of where the sound came from, while two went into the house to confirm.

This was my chance to escape before they alerted the other security stationed around. I tiptoed away from the house and found the cab waiting at the curb.

I climbed into the back seat, my breath coming in shallow gasps. “Thank you for coming,” I said, my voice trembling.

The driver nodded, his eyes reflecting my fear. “Where are we going?”

“I’m not sure,” I admitted. “I have to call them for the location but first let’s get out of here,” I said.

The driver nodded and ignited the car and we zoomed off into the night. We drove till we arrived at a crossroad.

“We need to know exactly where we’re going,” The driver said, looking back at me from the rear mirror.

I dialed the number from the message, my fingers shaking so badly I almost dropped the phone. It rang twice before someone answered.

“We can see you,” a cold voice said. “Get out of the cab and into the car in front of you.”

Were they following me?

The call ended abruptly. My stomach churned with fear. I looked ahead and saw a dark car parked just a few feet away. Two masked men sat inside, watching me.

“I can’t abandon my kids,” I whispered, more to myself than to the driver. “I have to do this.”

He nodded, his face pale. “Be careful.”

I stepped out of the cab, my legs feeling like lead. Every step toward the car was a struggle. When I reached the vehicle, one of the masked men opened the door.

“Get in,” he ordered, his voice devoid of emotion.

I climbed into the back seat, my heart racing. The car’s interior was dimly lit, and the masked men stared straight ahead, their expressions hidden behind their masks. The car pulled away, and I felt a sickening dread settle in my stomach.

We drove in silence, the city lights blurring past the windows. I couldn’t stop my hands from shaking, couldn’t stop the terror from consuming me. I thought of my children and their innocent faces, and it gave me the strength to keep going.

After what felt like an eternity, the car pulled up to a building I recognized all too well. The same building where I had met the lawyer’s dead proxy. Why would they bring me here? What if they want to kill me like they did the other person?

My breath hitched in my throat. Fear clawed at my insides, but I forced myself to stay calm. I had to do this for my kids.

The men led me inside, down the same dark hallway, to the same room. The air was thick with the scent of dust and decay. My heart pounded so loudly that I was sure they could hear it.

In the center of the room stood a man who looked exactly like the dead lawyer. He turned to face me, a cold smile playing on his lips.

“Kamille,” he said, his voice eerily familiar. “I’m glad you could join us.”

I swallowed hard, trying to steady my voice. “Where are my kids?”

“All in good time,” he replied smoothly. “First, we have some business to attend to.”

He gestured to a table where a stack of papers lay. “Sign these, and your children will be returned to you.”

My hands trembled as I approached the table. I glanced at the papers, trying to make sense of the legal jargon. It was a transfer of all my assets, everything I owned. Also, documents asking me to drop all charges on Gabriel and Liz.

I approached the table, my hands trembling. “I will sign, but I need to see my babies first. I need to know they’re safe.”Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

His smile faltered for a moment, replaced by a look of annoyance. “You are not in a position to make demands.”

I looked up at him, my eyes burning with unshed tears. “How do I know you’ll keep your word?”

“You don’t,” he said with a shrug. “But what choice do you have?”

I felt a wave of helplessness wash over me. He was right. I had no choice. My children’s lives were at stake. I picked up the pen, my hand shaking so badly I could barely hold it.

I paused. They went through all this stress because of my signature. I’m sure they’ll do everything to get my signature on them.

“I’ll need to see my kids and be sure they’re alright first,” I demanded.

“I see some kind of feistiness in your eyes, but if I were you I would not tread the ground,” The masked man sneered.

I looked up, fear gripping me again. “What do you mean?

He leaned in, his eyes glinting with malice. “In addition to signing those papers, there are still terms to discuss. And if you fail to comply, well… your children’s safety is not guaranteed.”

My blood ran cold. “I’ll do whatever you want. Just please, don’t hurt them, and let me see them.”

He straightened, his smile never wavering. “Good. Then we have an understanding. Follow my instructions, and they will be safe. Any deviation, and you will regret it.”

I nodded, tears streaming down my face. “I understand.”