Barren Heiress Returns With Quadruplet

Zeke’s POV

I sat in my study, going over the recent happenings in the business world. I came across the one billion pounds investment by the anonymous investor onto the Manor’s Company.

“Who would want to do such a thing with his brain still intact?” I muttered to myself.

Except there’s an ulterior motive.

I sighed. The business world was fast becoming more and more risky and I was not going to allow Kamille get caught up in the middle.

I picked up my phone and glanced at it. The morning had come and gone, and I still hadn’t heard back from Kamille regarding my request to meet. I dialed her number.

It rang a few times before she answered. “Hello?” Her voice was soft, cautious.

“Kamille, it’s Zeke,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “I haven’t heard from you. I wanted to check if you’re okay.”

There was a pause on the other end, and I could almost hear her thinking. “I’m fine,” she replied. “Just trying to process everything.”

“I understand,” I said, my mind racing with concern. “I wanted to talk to you about your safety. I want to leave some security around you, to ensure you’re protected and safeguarded at all times. If you agree, I can assign men to follow you wherever you go.”

She sighed, the sound filled with frustration. “Zeke, I don’t want to draw attention to myself. I’m not that type. I appreciate the concern, but I can’t have bodyguards following me around. It will only make things worse.”All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

I clenched my jaw, trying to remain calm. “I just want you to be safe, Kamille. After everything that’s happened…”

“I know,” she interrupted gently. “But I can’t live like that. I need to try to maintain some face as though all was fine.”

I took a deep breath, feeling a pang of disappointment. “Alright,” I conceded. “But if anything changes, promise me you’ll let me know.”

“Of course,” she said. As she was about to say something else, she hesitated before actually speaking. when . “What about the lawyer? Have you heard anything?”

“When I get tangible information, I’ll get back to you,” I assured her.

“Okay,” she said, and I could hear the fatigue in her voice. “Thank you, Zeke.”

We hung up, and I sat there, feeling restless. The fact that she didn’t want my protection left me uneasy, but I knew I had to respect her wishes.

For now.

My attention was drawn back to the Manor’s Company details on my screen. They were the only ones who would gain anything if the lawyer was dead.

I called Mr. Rogers to get an update on the situation with the dead body and the lawyer. He picked up after the first ring. “Mr. Reid,” he called.

“Rogers, how far along are we with the dead body and the lawyer?” I asked, getting straight to the point.

“The body as you know was not the lawyer’s body and the report from the morgue is that the body was already dead before it was brought into that room.” Rogers replied.

I thought for a while what they hoped to achieve by leaving behind an already dead person when they could have just acted like the lawyer could not show up. It could only mean that they for a fact knew that Kamille was alive and would want to do anything to ensure that she returned to the grave.

“I hope everything was clear from the cops’ end?” I asked

“Concerning that we need you to come in and make a written statement to the police,” Rogers replied. “It’s standard procedure.”

I nodded, even though he couldn’t see me. “I’ll come in and make the statement, but Kamille should not be involved in this. She doesn’t need any more stress.”

“Understood,” Rogers said. “I’ll make sure she’s not dragged into it.”

“Thank you, I’ll be there soon,” I said, then hung up.

I drove to the police station to make my statement. The officers were professional and efficient, but the process was draining. I explained everything I knew about the situation, making sure to avoid mentioning Kamille’s name.

As I left the station, I felt a renewed sense of purpose. I had to keep moving forward, for Kamille, for our children, for myself. I couldn’t let the past dictate our future any longer.

I stood up, feeling the tension in my muscles. I needed a shower to clear my mind. I went back into my room and got into the shower.

The warm water cascaded over me, my thoughts drifted back to Kamille. I missed her so much it hurt. The memories of our time together, before everything went wrong, flooded my mind.

If only she would agree to my request, I thought. I would pick her and the kids up and set them up in one of my penthouses.

I would place tight security around them, ensuring they were safe and sound. But she was so stubborn, so fiercely independent. It was one of the things I admired most about her, and also one of the things that frustrated me the most.

After my shower, I dried off and got ready for bed. But sleep was elusive. My mind kept returning to Kamille, to the life we could have had if things had been different. I dreamed of holding her again, of seeing her smile, of hearing her laugh.

I stared at the ceiling, imagining Kamille sitting across from me, her eyes full of life and love.

I missed her so much it hurt. But I knew I couldn’t force her to be with me. All I could do was keep trying, keep fighting for her, and hope that one day she would see how much I cared.

After a little deliberation, I decided to call her again.

“Hello,” Her voice rang through the phone like a melodious rhythm, bringing calm over my heart.

“Kamille, how are you?” I asked hoarsely.

“Zeke, for the millionth time I’m fine,” She replied.

“Okay, I just wanted to check in with you again,” I said. I wanted to say more, I wanted her here beside me, but the words felt stuck in my throat.

“How about the lawyer?” She asked. “Have you been able to get any information about him?”

“The body was already dead before being placed in that room.”

“Oh my goodness,” She gasped. “How about the lawyer?”

“We’re still trying to track him, but it will be most likely that the Manors have him,” I replied.

“Okay,” She said calmly.

“You must be tired,”

She responded in the affirmative. I wished her a good night’s rest and we hung up. I was still not satisfied with how our call ended.

I felt lost without hearing her voice.

Taking my phone, I messaged her yet again.

Dear Kamille,

Sorry to disturb you again,

I just want you to know that I miss you so much and that your forgiveness means a whole lot to me.

Thank you so much.

Yours Lovely,

Zeke.

I would see her and see my kids, and make sure they are protected at all times.