Barren Heiress Returns With Quadruplet

Chris’s POV

I sat in my clubhouse feeling angry at the state of things. The air was thick with the scent of cigar smoke, the rich aroma mingling with the faint tang of fear that always seemed to linger in these walls.

“Boss,” My second in command, Paul began hesitantly, breaking the heavy silence, “Should we launch a raid and search for the kids?”

I exhaled a plume of smoke, the tendrils curling and dissipating into the dimly lit room. “And when I take the kids to her,” I replied, my voice edged with frustration, “How will I tell her I found them? What am I supposed to say?”

Hey Kamille, your kids got dropped off at my school and I brought them back to you. I scoffed at the absurdity of it.

It was already enough grip at my neck that the kids were taken from right beneath my fucking nose and they have stayed missing for the past two weeks. Finding them and not having an explanation to how I found them, would only let loose whatever demon is left in Ezekiel Reid.

If he makes it alive this period.

I leaned back in my chair, the leather creaking softly beneath me, and gazed at the ceiling. “I’m surprised she has not cut me off yet,” I mused aloud, my thoughts drifting to Kamille. “That could only mean that Ezekiel Reid hasn’t said anything to her about me yet.”

I had come into Luxstorg to secure my cargo shipment, only to find out that Ezekiel Reid was on my tail and seeking to uncover my identity. I lived undercover being the owner of a kindergarten. No one had dared to try to uncover my true identity, but now here I was, hanging on the edge of exposure because of one man.

“Ezekiel Reid,” I muttered, the name leaving a sour taste in my mouth.

Paul watched me closely, his unwavering gaze. “What are we going to do about him, boss?” he asked quietly.

I tapped the ash from my cigar into a crystal ashtray, my mind already racing with plans and contingencies. “We’re going to make sure he never shows himself to Kamille ever again,” I said coldly.

Getting Ezekiel Reid out of the picture would definitely give me the chance I need with Kamille. Only then would finding those kids would really make sense. I had to secure a child for when next I would finally get to meet her again.

“Did you find the child I asked you about?” I asked, turning to Paul.

“Yes boss, whenever you need him, he is ready,” Paul replied.

I nodded. Feeling fueled and satisfied with my plans, I decided to find the kids before Ezekiel Reid is eliminated.

In his next fucking life, he will not dare mess with me!

“Find the kids. Make it as discreet as possible, ” I ordered.

Paul nodded in understanding. “When do we make our move?”

I smiled, a grim, determined smile that held no warmth. “As soon as possible.”

Ezekiel Reid needs to know who the fuck he’s messing with.

I rose from my chair. “Prepare the men,” I ordered, my voice firm and commanding. “Make sure we have eyes on Reid at all times. And have more eyes on Kamille. Anyone who poses a threat to her or her kids should be killed on the spot.”

“Understood, boss,” He replied dutifully as he turned to leave. I took another long drag from my cigar, the smoke filling my lungs and momentarily calming the hate I felt.

I never expected I would come to be so easily smitten and carried away by my affection for Kamille. The plan was to use her and get to Ezekiel Reid. But she came on as a shining light in the darkness that I lived in.

Kamille was different from anyone I had ever known. She was strong, resilient, and fiercely protective of her children. Her unwavering spirit had drawn me to her, and I had found myself ensnared by emotions I had thought long dead.

If it ever existed.

I stubbed out my cigar and made my way to the door, my steps echoing through the dimly lit hallway out back into the club where at the center bowl is the regular mix of sweat, body rhythm, loud music, drunk men drooling over half dressed strippers and most importantly, the billion bucks that belongs to me from them. Paul was already waiting for me outside, his expression one of unwavering determination.

“Everything is in place,” he reported, his voice steady. “Our men are ready, and we’ve got eyes on Reid.”

“Good,” I replied, my own resolve hardening. “Make sure our men know what’s at stake. Any motherfucker who tries to mess this up, will go down in the most beautiful way.” I said. My tone is cold and my eyes, painstakingly deadly in its look.

Paul nodded, understanding the gravity of our mission. “We’ll make it happen, boss. No one will stand in our way.”

As we descended into the garage, the sleek black limousine awaited us, its engine purring softly. I slid into the back seat, the familiar scent of leather and cigar smoke enveloping me. Paul took his place beside me.

“Drive,” I commanded the chauffeur, my voice firm and unyielding.

The limousine glided smoothly onto the streets, the city lights casting a flickering glow across the windows. As we moved through the heart of the city, my mind was already racing with strategies and contingencies, each step of our plan meticulously laid out.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Boss, what about Ellen Manor,” Paul asked.

“The Manor stocks were going to plummet in two weeks and as much as I wanted to bring them down, Kamille will be inheriting the property after them.” I replied.

“So we do nothing?” He asked.

“Paul,” I called slowly. “Your question just made me think of why you are seatted in my fucking car with me,” I replied coldly.

I would never gamble away or back away on a revenge plan, especially if it is filled with bloodshed.

“I’m sorry boss,” Paul apologized.

I ignored him . And just with a wave of the wind, an idea popped up into my mind.

Ellen Manor. Your Fall, Our win.