Barren Heiress Returns With Quadruplet

Ellen’s POV

I stared at the taxi as Kamille drove off in it. I felt disgust twisting in my gut. I was not expecting to see her opening the door, but I’m glad I did. That would further destabilize her. I could feel Zeke’s eyes on me, burning with anger and frustration.

“Get lost from my sight,” Zeke spat, his voice laced with venom.

I didn’t flinch. Instead, I gave him a cold, calculated smile. “I was about to leave anyway.”

Turning on my heel, I walked to my car, my heart beating with a blend of rage and satisfaction. As I settled into the back seat, my driver started the engine and drove away from Zeke’s mansion.

As we approached the gates, I noticed men clad in black attire and masks, crowd at the gate. “What the fuck are they doing there?” I muttered under my breath.

Arriving at the gate, I noticed the taxi Kamille left in, was still at the gate. Then I realized Zeke had ordered the gate to be shut, but as my car neared the gate, it was opened for me to pass.

I wound the window of my car as we passed by Kamille and passed her a sly smile. I watched the gates close behind us through the rearview mirror, I smiled triumphantly before turning to my driver.

“Take me to the Manor family mansion,” I instructed, my voice steady.

We arrived at the Manor family mansion, I stepped out of the car and made my way into the mansion. We were gradually gaining back our feet. With the large investment, we’re one step ahead of Kamille.

I met my father and mother and father watching the news of the accident together. My father’s expression was unreadable, but my mother’s eyes held a mix of pity and regret in them.

Hello Father, Hello Mother,” I greeted and went in for my mother’s pat on the back.

“Ellen,” Father greeted, signaling one of the housekeepers to return mother to the room. “Welcome home.”

“Thank you, Father,” I replied, wearing a bright smile.

“It is great you did because I have something to tell you,” Father said, taking on a serious tone.

“Okay father,” I replied. He stood up and began walking towards his study.

I followed him inside, the familiar grandeur of the mansion. We walked through the halls, our footsteps echoing off the marble floors, until we reached his private study. Once inside, he closed the door and turned to face me.

“We need to send Kamille another message,” he said, his voice firm.

I nodded. “I know father, but we need to allow very little time. She just saw me at Zeke’s mansion.”

My father’s eyes gleamed with approval. “That is even better. We need to break her resolve, make her see that she has no power here.”

My mind drifted to the kids. The last I had seen of them, they were being taken away in an ambulance, unconscious.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

“Father,” I said, breaking the brief silence. “What happened to the kids after the ambulance took them away?”

He leaned back in his chair, his expression emotionless. “They’re still unconscious. We’ve moved them here, to the mansion.”

A shiver ran down my spine at his words. “So, they’re here?”

He nodded. “Yes.”

“Why? Are we not at risk of getting exposed?” I asked, already fidgeting at the thought of getting caught.

“It seems like we are and that is what will protect us,” Father replied.

Why can’t he just answer the damn question head-on?

“How is that even possible?” I asked irritatedly.

“Because no one would think they’re here. After the ambulance took them away, we took them to that abandoned warehouse, but it seemed like someone was on our tail,” He paused and looked at me.

“So bringing them here was the best option,” I asked and he nodded.

“Yes, there is a secret bunker under this mansion that no one knows about except for us. Even Kamille does not know about it. Your Grandma Monica built it,” Father said.

At least one fucking thing she did that has helped us.

“We can send her the message now,” I said to my father.

He nodded, picked up another phone and turned it on. The only numbers on the phone were Kamille’s and the kidnappers.

Everything or your kids.

Make a choice.

Time is running out.

If you choose your kids, meet me by ten pm.

I’ll send you the location when you’re ready.

Father clicked send and the message was delivered. He smiled mischievously, leaned back on his chair, and lit up a cigarette.

“Father, can I see the kids?” I asked. I actually wanted to see the bunker.

“Yes, let’s go,” Father said and stood up. He trashed the cigarette and walked out of the study.

I followed behind him closely. We walked till we got to Grandma Monica’s study. Father opened the door and we walked in. Behind the mini winery in her study was a switch. Father pressed it thrice and a portrait of all of us with Grandma Monica in it opened up and revealed an elevator.

“What the fuck?” I was surprised at such deliberateness in building this secret bunker.

“Your Grandma Monica was one of a kind. Once she loved, she loved,” Father replied and I could see a flicker of hurt in his eyes.

If she built the bunker because of them, then why did she decide to shower so much attention on one person? She was being so unfair.

We entered the elevator and went below the ground floor. It took a few minutes before the elevator stopped and opened, revealing a very beautiful place.

The walls were painted white and there was more lighting than there was back in the main mansion. I followed my father.

It felt like we were going through a round corner but we passed by rooms with name tags on them. There was a kitchen, a living room, a prayer room, Grandma Monica’s room, Aunt Fiona’s room, and Raymond -my father’s room.

“What about Mother’s room?” I asked to see the next room belonging to Liz.

“It was built for her children and grandchildren. So couples stayed together.” Father replied.

Without further explanation, I understood what her intent was. She was trying to build a safe space her family could run to in time of need.

She could not be selfish with her love to the end.

We got to the last room, which was bigger. It was the clinic and in there lay the four kids. The room was quiet, the only sound was the steady beeping of the medical equipment. The children lay in their beds, pale and still, their small bodies connected to various monitors and IVs.

A pang of something-guilt, perhaps-twisted in my chest, but I quickly pushed it away.

“They’re just pawns,” I reminded myself. “Necessary sacrifices for the greater good.”

“Yeah, they are.” Father concurred.

We closed the door softly and left. Father decided to visit his own room, and I decided to explore mine too.

I walked inside and was awestruck at how beautiful it was. On the wall, were plastered pictures from my birth, childhood, graduations, and happy moments. There were a lot of emotions in the room that I could not stand.

Without waiting for my father, I hurried back to my own room in the main building, trying to shake off the unease that had settled over me.

As I lay down, my phone buzzed with a message. It was from Becky. “How are you feeling after the procedure? Remember to take it easy.”

I texted back a quick reply, thanking her and assuring her I was fine. The insemination was another piece of the puzzle. I had to stay focused.

I had this feeling deep in my gut, that this time, the IVF would work.