Barren Heiress Returns With Quadruplet

Zeke’s POV

As the masked man fell down dead, Kamille’s expression felt as if her hopes of finding out kids were thrown into a raving sea.

Her gaze at me also held unspoken fright for me and it caused my heart to ache. I could not bear for her to look at me like that. But almost immediately, she tore her gaze away from me and looked at the man lying in his own pool of blood.

Her cries gradually turned into frantic whispers. “No, no, no!” she scrambled out of my arms and fell to her knees beside the masked man. “Wake up! Tell me where my kids are!”

“Kamille, we have to go,” I urged her.

She clung to me. “But my children, Zeke. We have to get them back.”

“Our Children,” I corrected. “We will. I promise.”

Her desperation was heartbreaking, and I felt a surge of anger towards Ellen for orchestrating this nightmare.

As I pulled Kamille away from the lifeless body, I noticed a small camera in the corner of the room. Ellen was watching us. I cursed her inwardly, my anger boiling over.

The door burst open, and the special operations team flooded in, their presence both a relief and a grim reminder of the situation’s gravity. One of the team members approached us.

“Sir, are you okay?” he asked, his voice steady.

“We’re fine,” I replied, my voice hard. “But we need to get out of here.”

I moved quickly to the corner, yanking the camera off the wall and smashing it under my boot. I returned to Kamille’s side.

I gently lifted her to her feet. “Kamille, we need to go.”

She looked at me, her eyes red and swollen. “Zeke, where are my babies?”

“We’ll find them,” I promised, though the words felt hollow. “But we need to get you back home.”

The special ops team cleared a path for us, and I led Kamille out of the building. We drove back to her house, a convoy of security vehicles surrounding us.

I had already arranged for her home to be secured, and the sight of armed guards patrolling the grounds gave me a small measure of comfort.

As we pulled into the driveway, Kamille leaned her head against the window, exhaustion etched into every line of her face. “What about the driver?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“I sent him away,” I replied. “He will be safe,.”

We stepped out of the car, and immediately, Kamille’s friends rushed out to meet us.

“Oh Kamille, you almost gave us a heart attack,” Belle cried.

“Do that one more time and I’ll break your leg,” Amanda added.

Of course, I’d break hers before she could lay hands on Kamille.

Kamille smiled at Amanda’s joke, the first I had seen on her in what felt like ages. They enveloped her in a group hug, their comforting words mingling with her sobs. I stood back, giving them space, but my mind was racing.

I pulled out my phone and finally checked the message from Fletcher. The words confirmed what I had suspected.

Chris is the drug baron.

I turned to one of the special ops team members. “I need you to keep a close watch on Kamille and her friends. Make sure no one gets in or out without clearance.”

“Yes, sir,” he responded crisply.

Kamille’s friends eventually led her inside, and I followed, my mind still racing. Once she was settled, I found a quiet corner to make some calls. I needed to mobilize all our resources to track down Chris and find the kids.

Kamille’s voice called out to me, soft and broken. “Zeke?”

I turned to see her standing in the doorway, looking fragile and lost. “Yes, Kamille?”

“Are we going to find them?” Her eyes were pleading, searching for any reassurance I could give.

I walked over to her and took her hands in mine. “We will. I promise you, we will.”

She nodded, though her eyes still held a flicker of doubt. “I’m so scared.”

“I know,” I said, my voice gentle. “But we’re not giving up. Not now, not ever.”

I left her with her friends and stepped outside, dialing Fletcher’s number. He answered on the second ring.

“Brother,” Fletcher called.

“I need you to focus all our efforts on tracking down Chris,” I said, my voice firm. “Zane and I will focus on my kids,”

“Understood. We’ll get on it right away.”

I hung up and took a deep breath, looking out over the security-laden property. This was our new reality, at least for now. Ellen and her father had pushed us to the brink, but we weren’t done fighting. Not by a long shot.

Hours passed in a blur of phone calls and strategizing. The special operations team reported no suspicious activity around Kamille’s house, but I knew better than to let my guard down.

Ellen was cunning and she wouldn’t stop until she got what she wanted.

Zane came up behind me. “Brother,” I turned to him.

“Andrew and his team noticed Ellen and her father drive out of their mansion and back at around the same time of the incident,” He reported.

I knew I could rely on my chief security personnel to perform his task. “That would only further verify that they had a hand in all this. I hope they have collected the evidence?” I asked.

“Yes, they have. It has been uploaded into your cloud,” Zane replied.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Thank you,” I nodded.

He sighed, stood up and patted my shoulder before walking away.

As the night deepened, I went back inside and found Kamille sitting in the living room, her friends beside her. She looked up as I entered, her eyes searching mine for any sign of hope.

“We’re making progress,” I told her, even though the progress was slow. “We’ll find them.”

She nodded, trying to muster a smile. “Thank you, Zeke. For everything.”

I sat down beside her, taking her hand in mine. “You don’t have to thank me. We’re in this together.”

She sighed tiredly.

I took her up to her room and this time around I made sure she was well tucked in bed and soundly sleeping. I placed a light kiss on her forehead before I closed the door and walked out of the room.

I knew one thing for certain and that was that I would stop at nothing to protect my family and bring them back where they belonged.