Barren Heiress Returns With Quadruplet

Zeke’s POV

That sly bitch had something cooking all along.

I kept the little item I had retrieved from Ellen’s room earlier on the bed and headed straight to the bathroom. The hot water running down my body did little to ease the tension in my muscles, but it was a start.

Refreshed, I changed into a light shirt and comfortable pants, then stepped out of my closet. I walked over to the bed and picked up the pocket photograph of my kids.

This photo had gone missing from my room a few months back, little did I know that Ellen had it all along. The photograph was right in my room, but since she got it anyway, it only meant one obvious thing.

That meant someone in my house was feeding her information. She had known about the existence of my children all along. This was enough proof for me that Ellen and her father were behind the kidnapping of my kids.

Earlier on after I had arrived at the mansion, I had barged into her room hoping to find her there, but she wasn’t. I had Andrew, my Chief Security, organize his team to search her room neatly. They were to search and leave like we never came in here.

That was how I discovered the pocket photograph of my kids, hiding in one of Ellen’s purses.

I bet my kids were suffocating from their oppression in silence all along…

I had my men install a camera and recorder in her room a while ago. Her phone had been tapped too. Now, all I needed to do was sit back and watch what was going on in her world.

I headed to my study and sat down and turned my PC on. With my eyes fixed on the PC screen, I waited for any movement or sound in Ellen’s room. She just lay on the bed, rolling and tossing from side to side and it irked me.

Rolling my eyes and giving a slight yawn of tiredness, I decided to check on Kamille. Picking up my phone, I called Zane.

“Hello Zane,” I said immediately. the line went alive.

“Hello, brother. Nice to hear from you,” He replied, sounding exhausted.NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

“How is it going over there?” I asked.

“She’s still sleeping,” he replied, his voice low.

“What about Belle?” I asked, knowing how close she was to Kamille and the kids. It was natural for her to feel sad and I would not want to neglect her.

Zane sighed heavily. “She’s been really moody, Zeke. I don’t know what to do about her. At first, I thought it was just about Kamille and the kids, but now… I feel there’s more to it. She’s been crying a lot.”

I sighed too, feeling the weight of it all. “Make sure there’s enough security around for Kamille. Then take Belle out for some fresh air and once she’s okay, you can bring her back home.”

I also did not want her crying to be troublesome for Kamille.

“Okay, brother,” Zane agreed, his voice filled with concern. “I’ll take care of it.”

“Thanks, Zane.” I ended the call and turned my attention back to the screen. Ellen was rising from the bed to take a call. Her voice was clear through the tapped phone.

“Okay, Father, I’ll be there by morning,” she said.

I clenched my fists, feeling a surge of anger. They thought they could get away with this, but they were wrong. Very wrong.

I watched her movements carefully, noting every detail. She moved around her room, packing a small bag. It seemed like she was preparing for something big. My mind raced with different thoughts. Whatever it was, I needed to be ahead of her.

I grabbed my phone again and called Fletcher. “Hello,”

“Hello brother, how is it going,” Fletcher replied. He had been helping me speak with and organize the special operations team in searching for my kids.

“Ellen is planning something. She just told her father she’ll be with him by morning. I need you to make sure everything is sorted there and be ready for anything.”

“Got it, Zeke. We’re on standby for anything,” Fletcher replied, his tone serious.

“Thank you. Any information from that son of a bitch?” I asked.

While in school, Christopher was responsible for the safety of all the children under his care, but he was careless and let one of his staff mess with my kids. I wasn’t going to turn a blind eye to that.

“He is still with the police and has been giving his report. The lady was a hired cleaner in the school and had been very nice to the kids. So it was either she was planted or she was contracted. But it seems Chris has no idea who she is,” Fletcher replied.

“No idea? Is he not supposed to be hands-on the kind of person he hires as staff in his school.” I asked.

“It seems like Chris has other businesses he is occupied with,” Fletcher suggested.

“Find out what else he is doing?” I instructed before we hung up. A feeling formed a knot in the pit of my stomach and I knew that things were about to get heated up.

I returned my focus to the screen, watching Ellen’s every move. This was a game of chess, and I needed to be several steps ahead.

I could feel my blood boiling. This was confirmation that they were behind the kidnapping. They had taken my children, and now they were plotting something else. But I wouldn’t let them get away with it.

I zoomed in on the screen, trying to catch any additional details. Ellen’s expression was calm and collected, but I knew her well enough to see the glint of malice in her eyes. She was confident, but that confidence would be her downfall.

I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. I needed to stay focused. Emotions could cloud my judgment, and I couldn’t afford any mistakes. Not now.

I made a few more calls, ensuring all my resources were on high alert. Every contact, every favor, every piece of leverage I had was put into motion.

This wasn’t just about my children anymore; it was about dismantling the entire network that Ellen and her father had built.

This was for my Kamille too.