Barren Heiress Returns With Quadruplet

Ellen’s POV

I stared at the screen, with deep hatred in both my eyes. My stomach twisted in knots as I watched the captured scenes where Zeke was gentle, nice, and very attentive to all of Kamille’s needs.

She was one hell of a bitch, and oh, she got balls to show up at dinners when she was supposed to be dead.

“Father,” I called out again. “How can Zeke take Kamille out when I’m still in his house? How can he do that to me?”

My father’s eyes never left the screen, his expression as cold and calculating as ever. “The more reason our revenge should be done in silence so that when it hits, it will have a loud and long-lasting impact on them.”

I nodded, swallowing hard. “Okay, Father.” I forced myself to look back at the screen, my anger bubbling to the surface. Kamille’s face filled the television, and I sneered, “Pathetic. She always finds a way to make everything about her, doesn’t she?”

Just then, the phone rang. I picked it up, my hands shaking. “Hello Becky,”

“Hello El, have you seen the video?” Becky’s voice was calm, but I could hear the underlying concern.

“Yes, I’ve seen it,” I replied, my voice cracking with frustration. “I will make sure they pay for this,”

Becky sighed deeply on the other end. “Your sperm is ready.”

I closed my eyes, trying to steady myself. “This had better work now,” I muttered before ending the call. Turning to my father, I said, “I have to go see Becky,”

He nodded, his expression softening slightly. “Go ahead. I will endeavor to get Gabriel released as soon as possible.”

Inwardly, I bristled at the mention of Gabriel. Why him?

But I simply said, “Okay, Father,” and walked out of the office.

The drive to Becky’s hospital was a blur. My mind raced with the events of the day and the anticipation of what was to come. When I arrived, Becky greeted me with a warm smile, though I could see the worry in her eyes.

“El,” she said, leading me to a private room. “How are you holding up?”

I shrugged, “As well as can be expected, I suppose. Let’s just get this over with.”

We chatted lightly as she prepared for the insemination process. Becky explained every step carefully, making sure I understood the importance of each part. “IVFs are expensive and tricky,” she reminded me. “You need to follow all the guidelines to ensure the best chance of success.”

I nodded, absorbing her words. “I understand, Becky. We’ve been over this before, so stop treating me like I’m your patient,” I blurted out.

The procedure itself was uncomfortable but quick. Becky’s reassuring presence helped ease my nerves, but the weight of the situation still pressed heavily on my shoulders. Once it was over, I felt drained, both physically and emotionally.

“You need to rest,” Becky said, her voice gentle. “Take it easy for the next few days.”

I managed a tired smile. “Thank you, Becky. For everything.”

She squeezed my hand. “Take care, El. We’ll talk soon.”

I left the hospital, exhaustion seeping into my bones. The drive back to the Reid family mansion was quiet, the city lights blurring into streaks of color as I sped through the streets.

When I finally arrived and stepped through the front door, a familiar, harsh voice greeted me.

“Where the fuck are you coming from?”

Zeke’s voice roared from the living room, making me jump. I turned to see him standing there, his eyes blazing with anger.

“I was at the hospital,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady, but deep down all I wanted to do was scratch his handsome face for betraying my heart yet again.

He stepped closer, his expression darkening. “You think you can just come and go as you please? You’re not a welcome member of this family, Ellen. So watch what your damned steps,”Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

I clenched my fists, my anger rising to meet his. “Why? Is it because of that whore you flaunted for the cameras?”

He scoffed, his eyes narrowing. “Shut that dirty mouth of yours, before I help you out with it,”

“Help me out?” I snapped. “You mean the mess you made with Kamille? How could you do that to us, Zeke?”

Zeke’s face flushed with anger. “There is no us Ellen. It’s time your slow brain gets rewired to face that hard truth,” He said and started to climb the stairs.

“And you have no idea what it’s like to be constantly undermined and second-guessed by you!” I shot back, my voice trembling with rage.

He paused on the steps and turned back at me. “Look at the wall behind you,” He commanded.

“What?” I turned to see the big clock hanging there, so I turned back at him wondering what exactly was his point.

“Your time in this world is fast ticking. Don’t push me to make it shorter,” He said with a cold glint in his eyes then he continued making his way back upstairs.

Was that a threat?

I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart. The confrontation had drained me even further, but I couldn’t let myself fall apart. Not now. There was too much at stake.

Not with this baby inside of me. I was not to be stressed or work excessively, so I could avoid and cut down the risk of the whole procedure failing..

I made my way to my bedroom. Everything began to look trashy in my eyes. I slept in the ugliest of rooms in a mansion where I shared the Master’s bed with the Master. I barely had a comfortable breakfast where all meals were prepared based on my cravings.

I felt miserable and went ahead to get myself undressed, cleaned up and ready for bed. But as exhausted as I was, sleep didn’t come easily.

No matter what happens, I will make sure Zeke will come back begging at my feet.