All Chapters of Barren Heiress Returns With Quadruplet: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Ellen's POV I didn't know what to make of the pregnancy yet, but one thing I was definitely sure of was that its purpose was achieved and for that single damn reason, I am excited.I quickly made my way back to the Manor family mansion. When I arrived, my father was waiting for me in his study, a proud smile on his face.“We need to send a message to Zeke,” I said, not wasting any time. “We need to tell him about the pregnancy and inform him about the press release we’re planning.”My father nodded. “We have to handle this carefully. Zeke needs to know that this baby will change everything.”Together, we crafted a message to Zeke, detailing my confirmed pregnancy and our plans to announce it publicly. We knew that this news would shake him to his core, and that was precisely what we wanted. This baby was our trump card, and we intended to play it carefully.As we finalized the message, I felt a renewed sense of purpose and determination. The future was uncertain, but one thing was cl

Zeke's POV I felt a surge of anger course through my veins seeing my kids in so much torture. Hearing Tyris’s voice in such a weak tone as opposed to her bright cherried voice, I swore under my breath to ensure that Ellen and her father would pay for what they had done to my kids.I held Kamille till her sobs gradually subsided. Her body trembled with exhaustion, and I could feel the weight of the past few days bearing down on her. “It’s going to be okay,” I murmured, stroking her hair gently. “We’re going to find them.”She nodded weakly against my chest, taking comfort in my embrace. “I don’t know what I’d do without you,” she whispered.“You’ll never have to find out,” I promised, kissing the top of her head. “I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.”Once she seemed more stable, I gently guided her to sit down. “I need to take another look at the video,” I said softly. “You need to rest for now,” I said to her.She nodded, wiping her eyes. “I’ll be okay.”I immediately sent a messag

Chris's POV Sitting in my apartment with the familiar scent of cigar smoke and expensive cologne lingering in the air. The morning light filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows across the room. I had always found comfort in the luxury that surrounded me, but today, I felt that something big was about to happen and for some weird reasons, I felt edgy about it.I anticipated Paul’s return as soon as possible, I hoped the report he would bear would be worth it. I sat on the edge of the leather couch, my mind racing with thoughts of Kamille and the kids. The plan had been set in motion, and everything was supposed to fall into place perfectly. My plan was to use her and get Zeke down, but I never expected for the tables to turn in his favor. Or maybe mine. My liking for her had surprised me and no matter how hard I tried to push it away, it still came back at me. She filled my thoughts. The door to the apartment opened, and Paul walked in. His expression was

Kamille's POV The day felt like an eternity. Amanda and Belle had arrived and stayed close by, their concern etched on their faces. I appreciated their presence, but the constant, gnawing anxiety about my missing children was suffocating and now Zeke had embarked on a journey to rescue them."Kamille, you need to calm down," Amanda said softly, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder. "Why don’t you try to rest for a bit?"I shook my head, pacing the living room. "I can’t rest. How can I rest when my babies are out there, who knows where?"And Zeke might be in danger.Belle glanced at Amanda and there was a silent exchange passing between them. "Maybe we should turn on the TV," Belle suggested tentatively. "Just to see if there’s any news.""No!" Amanda countered quickly. "That’ll only make things worse. She needs to focus on staying calm.""I need to know what’s happening," I insisted. "Please, just turn on the TV."They hesitated, but I could see the worry in their eyes. "Kamille,

Chris's POV We began to make our move into the mansion, we shot any security in sight and blew off any visible cameras. Seeing everything intact, it meant that Zeke must have snuck his way in. I scoffed and continued our walk into the mansion with a smug look plastered across my face.As we moved, Paul hurried to my side and whispered into my ears. I paused and a cold and killing intent flashed in my eyes. “Let me have it,” I said coldly as I stretched my hands out to him.He handed me a tablet, and I looked at the screen. There it was—Ellen’s tear-streaked face splashed across the news, her sobs captured in a loop that played over and over again. The headlines screamed of betrayal, heartbreak, and scandal. Ellen’s father’s downfall was on display for the entire world to see. The media had picked up the story, and it was spreading like wildfire. They blamed Kamille. Not that asshole, Zeke but Kamille. I felt a surge of fury course through me. “Damn Zeke!” I spat, my voice seething