Barren Heiress Returns With Quadruplet

Kamille’s POV

As I settled into the backseat of the cab, my mind buzzed with streams of thoughts and emotions. I gently placed my hands over my fast racing heart, hoping to calm it down.

“Everything alright Ma’am?” The driver called out.

“Yes, yes. I am very well. Thank you.” I replied and the cab driver nodded in response and kept on driving.

Zeke’s unexpected appearance had left me reeling, his words echoing in my mind, haunting me. What did he really want from me?

His sudden warmth and sincerity were like a sharp contrast to the coldness he had always shown me before. It left me feeling disoriented, questioning his intentions and my own feelings.

I couldn’t help but recall the countless times Zeke had treated me with indifference, his icy demeanor. From the day he had asked me…

No! From the day he had ordered me….

To sign the divorce papers with cold, unyielding eyes, to the moments when my efforts to please him with homemade meals were met with nothing but silent rejection, Zeke had always been distant, aloof.

Yet now, his words echoed in my mind, stirring up a storm of conflicting emotions. “I regret letting you go… I’ll never let you go again.” What did he mean by that? Was it genuine remorse or just empty words meant to manipulate my feelings? I could feel the emotional tension that hovered between us in the elevator but it doesn’t rule out the hurt he had caused me.

But as quickly as the confusion surfaced, I pushed it aside, reminding myself of the pain Zeke had caused me in the past. I didn’t need him in my life, I convinced myself. I had moved on, built a life for myself and my children without him. I didn’t need his empty promises or his fleeting moments of kindness.

Before I could dwell on the matter any longer, my phone rang, jolting me from my thoughts. It was Belle. Her voice was brimming with excitement. “Hey Kam, how are you doing?”

“Hello bestie, I’m great. How about you?” I replied.

“I’m great Kam. How about Reon, Torin, Tyris and Royer?” Belle’s voice was warm, comforting, a stark contrast to the tumultuous emotions swirling inside me.

“They are doing well Belle.” I replied. “Just on my way to pick them up from school.”

“Alright Kam.” Belle said. “So I did my little research and finally found a blogger who is going to help release information on Liz Manor.” She added her tone, taking a serious turn.

I immediately scanned my environment. I was inside a cab but still, this was some serious discussion and I wanted to be sure it’s safe. The driver’s attention was fixed on the road.

I have to follow up with the car purchase I initiated.

Before I could respond, Belle continued. “So Liz will be having a big fight this weekend and it will be the perfect time for us to release the information and evidence on her.”

For a moment I was stunned that Belle actually found a blogger. She was always so calm and collected, comparing her to the fiery and free spirited Amanda, so I did not expect her to get her hands dirty. Worry began eating away at my thoughts. There are too many risks associated with all these and I do not want any of my friends being involved.

“Belle, thank you so much for your efforts but I do not want either of you or Amanda to get directly involved with this.” I couldn’t help but feel a surge of mixed emotions at the news, torn between the desire for justice and worry. “Your names could be published alongside the news and that could be dangerous.”ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

Sensing my worry, Belle quickly interjected. “I know your worries and understand your fears. That is why I approached the blogger anonymously. There is no way I will sit back and watch the Manors get away with all the wrong they have committed against you.”

I sighed audibly.

But Belle reassured me, her voice unwavering in its determination. “Don’t worry, Kam. I have sent the blogger’s details to Amanda, the fee is fair enough and all you need to do is go home and gather your evidence and send it to Amanda. And that’s it. So everything will be fine. We’ll make sure of it.”

With a heavy sigh, I yielded to her, “Alright Belle. Thank you so much for this. I’ll gather the evidence needed to move forward with the plan.”

“Okay Kam. You’re welcome.” She replied.

We exchanged farewells before ending the call, leaving me to wrestle with the weight of our decision as the cab pulled up to the school

Arriving at the school to pick up my kids, I was greeted by the sight of Mr. Christopher helping a child with his sweatshirt. I looked at him for a bit before the voices of my kids distracted me.

“Mummy, I made a new friend today.” Tyris said loudly.

“Mummy I’m going to join the basketball club next academic year.” Royer joined in.

Torin said something in whispers I could barely make out and they all laughed. I smiled warmly.

“Mummy where’s our ride?” Reon asked above the chatter of his siblings. I pointed towards the taxi and he began walking with their lunch packs in hand.

I got the lunch packs from him and walked with them until I heard, Mr. Christopher call out. “Miss Kamille.”

I turned to him, but my kids kept on walking towards the car, engrossed in their endless chatter.

“Hello Miss Kamille. I hope I’m not disturbing you,” Christopher greeted me with a smile. He was an handsome man with a good physique, but his eyes had a haunted look in them. His smiles were sad but managed to cover all that up.

I returned his smile, noting the sincerity in his gaze. “No, not at all.” I replied, my curiosity piqued by his sudden appearance.

But Christopher’s next words caught me off guard, his boldness taking me by surprise. “I mean no disrespect, but I would like to take you out for dinner. Can I?” He asked, his eyes searching mine for a response.

Taken aback by his straightforwardness, I hesitated for a moment before declining his offer. “I’m sorry but our acquaintance ends here, Mr Christopher.” I replied, my voice firm but polite.

But Christopher remained undeterred, his persistence shining through. “How about this. I’ll be waiting for you at La Belle Etoile on Saturday at 7 pm. If you turn up, I will be grateful and if you don’t, I will understand.” He declared, his words leaving me speechless.

Such audacity!

I mustered up all the smile I could get at the moment, “That will not be necessary. I’ll be leaving now.” I replied, about to leave.

“Just hear me out please. Maybe you can conclude on me after the dinner, but please don’t just write me off.” He pleaded.

I paused awhile to look at him before leaving. “Bye Mr. Christopher.”

As I bid him farewell, I doubled my pace and caught up with my kids. I ushered them into the cab, I couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that lingered in the air.

Arriving home, my kids rushed away into the house, while I paid the cab driver. As I climbed the steps, I noticed a letter waiting for me on the doorstep. A frown formed on my face.

I picked the letter and opened it to find a chilling message scribbled inside.

What the hell! The lawyer’s accident wasn’t an accident as we thought. It was orchestrated.

I stood there for awhile lost in thought before I heard Reon call out, “Mummy are you not coming in?”

“I am love.” I responded and walked into the house. I smiled as I met the kids fawning over some homemade cookies Nanny Dona made them.

As I reached out to drop their lunch packs, I remembered the letter in my hands.

I need to figure out what happened to the lawyer.