Barren Heiress Returns With Quadruplet

Zeke’s POV

After Ellen left, I wasted no time. I grabbed my phone and called the special operations team. “Stop the cab Kamille is in,” I ordered, my voice sharp.

“We see Ellen’s car as well. What about her?” The leader asked.

“Let the witch pass. Focus on Kamille,” I instructed, feeling the urgency in my veins.

I hurried to the nearest car and jumped into it. As I drove, the tension in my body increased. I knew Kamille would be resistant, but I had no choice. She needed to know the truth of what really happened.

When I arrived at the gate, my men had already stopped the cab. Kamille was still seated inside the cab, but her expression was a mix of anger and fear. The driver looked confused, his hands raised in a gesture of compliance.

“What the hell is this, Zeke?” Kamille shouted as soon as she saw me.

“I need to talk to you,” I said, trying to keep my voice calm. “Get in my car.”

“I don’t care about you and Ellen,” she yelled back. “I just want to see my kids!”

I took a deep breath, knowing this was going to be difficult. “Please, Kamille. Just get in the car. I’ll explain everything.”

She hesitated, her eyes darting around. Finally, she let out a frustrated sigh and climbed into my car. I nodded to my men, signaling them to release the cab driver.

I drove out of the mansion, heading towards the penthouse she was in. Kamille stared out the window, her arms crossed over her chest. I glanced at her, trying to find the right words.

“I don’t have anything to do with Ellen, she brought herself here and is trying to get back with…”

“I really don’t give a fuck about your drama with Ellen, Zeke. I just want my babies back.” Kamille interrupted me, her eyes filled with tears.

“I know, and I’m doing everything I can to find them,” I replied, my voice breaking. “I promise you, Kamille, I won’t rest until they’re brought home, safe.”

We pulled into the driveway, and I could see Amanda’s car parked outside. Belle must have called her for support. Kamille didn’t wait for me to stop the car fully; she jumped out and ran towards the house. I followed her, my heart aching with every step.

As we approached the door, the cab driver came running up to us. “Ma’am, wait!” he called, holding out a piece of paper.

“What are you doing here?” She asked in confusion.

“I just wanted to give you this,” He said and stretched forth the paper to her.

Kamille took the note and quickly hid it away in her pocket. I shot the driver a look, and he backed off, raising his hands in surrender. I nodded to my security, silently telling them to keep an eye on him.

“What was that about?” I asked Kamille, my voice gentle.

“It’s nothing you should worry about,” she replied curtly, avoiding my gaze.

I wanted to press her but now wasn’t the time. We stepped into the house, and Belle and Amanda rushed to greet us.

“Kamille!” Belle cried, hugging her friend tightly. “Are you okay?”

Kamille nodded, but her eyes were still full of pain. “I just want my babies back,” she whispered.

“We’ll find them,” Amanda said firmly, her eyes meeting mine. “Zeke, what’s the plan?”

“I’ve called in every favor I can,” I replied. “We have to be patient, but I promise we’ll get them back.”

Kamille sank onto the couch, her body trembling with exhaustion and fear. I sat down beside her, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on me.

Amanda and Belle stayed with Kamille, trying to offer her some comfort. I stepped outside, needing a moment to clear my head.

The sun was setting, casting a golden glow over the garden. It felt like a cruel contrast to the turmoil inside.

I heard the rev of a power bike and noticed it was Zane coming down from it. “Brother,”

“Where did you go?” I asked him.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Had to give Fletcher some documents after verifying that Kamille went to your mansion,” He replied.

I was the least concerned about all that at the moment. I was trying to reason or figure out where Ellen and her father could possibly keep my kids. The report had it that Ellen went back to the Manor mansion and since then had not ventured out.

“How’s everything on your end?” Zane asked, breaking my thoughts.

“Kamille is inside,” I replied. “Belle and Amanda are with her.”

Zane nodded and just then my phone rang. I took it out and looked at the caller ID.

“Hello Sir,” I said into the phone.

“We have traced the ambulance to an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of Luxstorg. You know what to do,” My father said with urgency clipped into his tone.

I understood his concern and what he meant. “Yes Sir,” He ended the call and I stood up.

“What’s that?” Zane asked.

“We have a lead. Tighten the security here, you’re coming with me,” I said to him.

“Alright brother, but don’t you think she should be at her own place?” Zane suggested.

“Why?” I asked.

“Because although she didn’t say it, I can feel her restlessness. Being at her place would help calm her nerves down a little bit,” He replied.

“I’ll ask her what she wants. But wherever she stays, I want the security to be tight,” I instructed and walked back inside the house.

As I got inside, I saw Kamille standing by the window, staring out into the distance. She turned when she heard me, and I could see the pain in her eyes.

“Where’s Amanda and Belle?” I asked as my eyes scanned the room.

“They’re preparing something for us to eat,” She replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Would you want to stay here or back at your place?” I asked.

Her eyes brightened up at the question. “I would like to go home, please. It would make me feel closer to my children,” She replied as tears ran down her cheeks.

Seeing her cry pricked a million times in my heart I vowed that I would get our children back no matter what happened.

I stepped closer and looked at Kamille, wiping the tears from her face. “After you are done eating, go with Belle and Amanda back to your apartment. I’ll handle this.”

“Where are you going?” She asked.

“I just got a call from my father. He traced the ambulance to a warehouse on the outskirts of town. I need to go check it out,” I replied in a firm but gentle tone.

“I’m coming with you,” Kamille replied. “I cannot just sit here and do nothing while my children are in danger.” She added pleadingly.

I shook my head. “No, it’s too dangerous. You need to stay put and wait for me.”

“Zeke, please,” She pleaded, gripping my arm. “I can’t just sit here and do nothing.”

“Kamille, I promise I’ll find them. But I need you to stay where it’s safe. Trust me.” I said gazing into her beautiful face that had been sullied by tears.

“Okay. But please, be careful.” She said reluctantly.

“I will,” I promised.

“Thank you, Zeke,” She said and returned her gaze outside the window.

I wanted to also clarify about Ellen and me, but I decided against it at the moment. She was already stressed as it was.

“Be safe,” I said and dragged myself outside.