Semua Bab Barren Heiress Returns With Quadruplet: Bab 121 - Bab 130

Kamille's POV Walking down the dark and quiet streets, my phone felt heavy in my hand as I dialed the number that had been tormenting me for the past weeks. Each ring echoed in my mind, amplifying the fear that had become a constant companion. Finally, the line connected.“Ellen!” I yelled, trying hard to hide the panic from my voice. “I don’t care about anything else. I want my kids back! What have you done with them?”The voice I heard was a cold and an unfamiliar voice. It did not refute being Ellen, neither did it accept. “If you want your kids back, you’ll need to pay us the one million dollars we told you about,” “One million dollars?!” I screamed. “Where the hell am I supposed to get that kind of money?”“That’s your problem,” The voice replied. “If you want to see your kids alive, you’ll find a way.”The line went dead before I had the chance to breathe out even a word, leaving me standing there, my heart pounding in my chest. One million dollars. It was an impossible amo

Zeke's POV I stood there, frozen in disbelief as Chris's words echoed in the chaotic room. "Why do you prefer to go with someone who keeps hurting you every single fucking time?"His accusation cut through the air like a knife, slicing into the already tense atmosphere. Kamille paused in her tracks, her tears glistening in the dim light of the Manor mansion. My heart clenched with a mixture of anger and desperation. How could he say such things to her? Kamille, who had endured so much, deserved none of this. “You don't get to tell her what she wants!” I barked at Chris.“And do you think you do?" He asked coldly. I clenched my fists, my gaze shifting between Kamille and Chris, knowing that every second counted now.“She knows what is right and you don't. So get the hell out of here already!" I yelled at him.He was such an eyesore.“Have I warned you not to ride on waters you cannot control?” He asked coldly as he raised his gun towards me.Just as his rifle was raised and aimed a

Kamille's POV Monitors. Beep sounds. IVs. White walls. What's that weird smell? I woke up to the antiseptic smell of a hospital, the sterile white walls and faint beeping of machines around me. My head throbbed with a dull ache, and as I sat up, the memories flooded back. Zeke... Zeke had been shot.Panic surged through me, overriding the pain and confusion. I stumbled out of the bed, my legs shaky beneath me. As I hurried down the hallway, I almost collided with Amanda, who caught me in a tight hug."Kamille, you're awake," she said, relief evident in her voice."Zeke," I managed to choke out. "I need to see Zeke."Amanda held me at arm's length, her eyes searching mine with concern. "You barely survived a shootout, and your first worry is for another?"Before I could respond, Belle appeared with Zane at her side. Those have been getting closer a lot, lately.“She's right, Kamille," Belle said gently. "Zeke is this way, but you need to rest," “I will, I just need to be sure he i

Kamille's POV I woke to the soft murmur of morning light filtering through the hospital room. Blinking away sleep, I found myself nestled in Zeke's arms, his steady heartbeat beneath my palm. As I stirred, attempting to sit up, Zeke's voice stopped me gently."Don't move just yet," he murmured, his voice rough with sleep. "Stay here for a moment."Confused but trusting his tone, I remained still. Then he lifted my hand and rested it on his chest. “Are you alright?” I asked, his words echoed in my mind, "It beats for you." Heat flooded my cheeks, and I couldn't help but smile despite the worries that had haunted us."What's wrong?" I asked softly, turning to look at him.Zeke smiled, his eyes warm as he gazed back at me. "Nothing's wrong. Just enjoying a moment with you," he said quietly.“Stop being so cheesy, Zeke,” I smiled.“But I am not, I am only stating the facts here,” He replied with a smile plastered across his face,“Great! We need to get you cleaned up and ready for the d

Belle’s POV Grateful that all the nightmares of the last two months were wrapped up with justice being served. Ellen was sentenced to twenty years in prisonment, but because of her pregnancy and manic tendencies, she was to be sent to a mental institution for the first two years, then she would return to jail thereafter. Esther Manor was sickly and was placed on parole with hundred hours per week community service. Today was a more beautiful day away from all the nightmares from the past. Kamille's wedding day dawned bright and beautiful, a perfect reflection of the joy and love that filled the air. The room buzzed with activity as friends and family gathered. I stood by Kamille's side, adjusting her veil one last time, and couldn't help but marvel at how stunning she looked. "Kam, you look absolutely radiant," I whispered, my voice filled with awe. Kamille turned to me, her eyes shimmering with tears of happiness. "Thank you, Belle. I couldn't have done this without you." “Where