Barren Heiress Returns With Quadruplet

Ellen’s POV

I didn’t know what to make of the pregnancy yet, but one thing I was definitely sure of was that its purpose was achieved and for that single damn reason, I am excited.

I quickly made my way back to the Manor family mansion. When I arrived, my father was waiting for me in his study, a proud smile on his face.

“We need to send a message to Zeke,” I said, not wasting any time. “We need to tell him about the pregnancy and inform him about the press release we’re planning.”

My father nodded. “We have to handle this carefully. Zeke needs to know that this baby will change everything.”

Together, we crafted a message to Zeke, detailing my confirmed pregnancy and our plans to announce it publicly. We knew that this news would shake him to his core, and that was precisely what we wanted. This baby was our trump card, and we intended to play it carefully.

As we finalized the message, I felt a renewed sense of purpose and determination. The future was uncertain, but one thing was clear: with this baby, we held all the power. The Manor family was on the rise, and nothing could stop us now.

The news of my pregnancy would soon be out, and we would once again be the center of attention. I stood in front of my father, my hand resting protectively over my still-flat stomach.

“Are you ready?” my father asked, looking up from his desk.

“Yes,” I replied, meeting his gaze with unwavering determination. “Let’s do this.”

We sent the message to Zeke, knowing that it would set off a chain of events that would change everything. And as we waited for the world to react, I felt a sense of anticipation and excitement. This was just the beginning, and I was ready for whatever came next. The Manor family was back on top, and we would stop at nothing to stay there.

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Zeke’s POV

I was jolted awake by the incessant buzzing of my phone. Groggy and disoriented, I struggled to focus on the screen. A text message from Ellen and her father blazed before my eyes:

Pregnancy confirmed.

We’ll be hosting a press release soon to announce it to the world.

Love you too.

Ellen.

My vision blurred with rage. I typed back furiously, my fingers almost trembling with anger, “Do NOT make any fucking press releases unless I say so.”

I threw the phone aside, realizing how late it was. Kamille must be worried sick. I needed to see her. But first, I had to take care of the wound I’d sustained during the shootout. I reached for my phone again and called Rogers.

“Rogers, bring me some new clothes and get a doctor over here to treat my wound properly.” I said immediately the call was connected.

“On it, sir,” Rogers responded promptly.

While waiting for him, I tried to push thoughts of Ellen and her father’s schemes out of my mind, but it was impossible. Their manipulations never ceased. The thought of Ellen carrying my child twisted my insides with dread.

Rogers arrived swiftly, the doctor in tow. “How’s the situation at the Manor family?” I asked as the doctor started to treat my wound.

“Nothing suspicious, sir,” Rogers reported. “Just the usual coming and going of foreign doctors.”

I frowned. “Foreign doctors?

Could it be because of her pregnancy? But then her pregnancy only just got confirmed, it was not possible that the doctors were there for her. What was that sly bitch and her father cooking this time around?

I pondered this for a moment, then made a decision. “Rogers, reach out to Andrew and find out when these doctors flew into the country and what their field of expertise is. But first, I need to check on Kamille. I’ll deal with the Manors later.”

“Sir, your wounds-” Rogers started to object.

“I’m fine,” I cut him off. “Just get the information. I’ll be back soon.”

The doctor finished bandaging my arm, giving me a stern look. “You need to rest, Mr. Reid.”

“I don’t have time for rest,” I muttered, pulling on the clean clothes Rogers had brought. “Kamille needs me.”

With that, I left them and headed straight for Kamille’s house. The drive felt like it would never end. When I finally arrived, I found Kamille sitting in the garden, looking lost and fragile.

My eyes turned to the television playing in front of her. Displaying on the headlines was the Manor family’s rise back to stardom. Their stocks that have gone up and attached on the screen was Ellen’s face alongside her beastly father.

I walked and turned off the television. “Kamille,” I called softly, not wanting to startle her.

She looked up, her eyes red from crying. “Zeke,” she whispered, her voice breaking.

I rushed to her side and enveloped her in a gentle embrace. “I’m here. I’m so sorry for everything. You should not be paying attention to these things,”

She clung to me, her sobs shaking her small frame. “I don’t care about them anymore Zeke, I just want my babies back,” she cried.

“We’ll get them back,” I promised, my heart aching at her pain. “I won’t rest until they’re safe.”

We sat there for a while, just holding each other. The weight of everything that had happened was almost unbearable, but I had to stay strong for her. After some time, I pulled back and looked into her eyes. “Kamille, I need to tell you something.”

“What is it?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

I hesitated, then took a deep breath, but before I could tell her about Ellen’s pregnancy, my phone rang. “Excuse me, I will be right back,”

She nodded and I walked away and answered Roger’s call. “Hello,”

“We got feedback from Andrew, Sir,” Rogers replied on hearing my voice.

“Hurry, tell me who the hell they are,” I said.

“Yes Sir. The doctors are specialists in pediatric care and trauma surgery. They arrived twelve days ago.”

Pediatric care and trauma surgery? My heart raced. Could it be that Ellen and her father had my kids locked up in their trash hole mansion?

“And they have been frequenting that place every day?” I asked Mr. Rogers.

“Yes Sir,” Mr. Rogers replied.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

“Make sure to get all the information on these doctors, we may have to pay them a visit soon,” I instructed.

“Noted Sir,” He replied.

I hung up. There was something they were hiding, and I intended to find out what. I turned back and returned to Kanille’s side, but the sight of her was heartbreaking. The tears fell down her cheeks and sent a million arrows to my heart.

“Kamille,” I called slowly.

She lifted up her face and I noticed she was holding her phone in her hands. “Zeke,” She called with tears choking in her throat.

I walked slowly to where she stood and pulled her in for a hug and as she came closer, I looked into her phone and my eyes darkened with a dark and killing intent.

What the fuck was this?