บททั้งหมดของ Barren Heiress Returns With Quadruplet: บทที่ 131 - บทที่ 140

Zane’s POV The phone slipped from my hands, crashing to the ground with a dull thud. My strength was fading fast.I could not tell whether or not Belle heard me when I called. I used my hands to tap around where the phone fell till I found it.I typed her a message of where I was, so she could easily locate me. Boom! My blue Cadillac kept exploding across the street from where I hid. I was attacked by an opposing gang of the underworld, I had my suspects but I needed more proof to confirm which of them exactly.My car had been overturned, and I'd barely managed to crawl out before it exploded. I was certain my enemies had left, convinced I’d died alongside in the blast. I couldn’t alert the feds, my family, or my men—any call to them could spark the very war I was trying to avoid. The only other people I could have called were on vacation or honeymoon, far out of reach. Zeke with Kamille and Fletcher on his lust after vanity.The hospital was out of the question, too. Too many qu

Belle's POV As I settled into my navy blue sedan car parked outside the penthouse, I heaved a breath I hadn't realized I was holding. I had barely managed to pull through from breaking down inside there in front of Zane. I had taken up quite some time inside the bathroom because as I woke up, I heard terrible nightmares of Dave and Jane.As I stood at the bathroom sink, I felt a pang in my chest as I thought about the baby growing inside me. I rested my hand on my flat tummy, trying to speak to the tiny life within."I'm so sorry for all the stress I'm putting you through," I whispered, my voice trembling. "If I could turn back time, I would have stopped your conception so you wouldn't have to be as stressed as you are right now,”Tears welled up in my eyes, and I sobbed quietly for a moment before drying my eyes. I had to pull myself together. Before I took out the water and towel to clean Zane up. I did not know that despite my efforts to clean out my tears, it was still evident

Zane's POV Sitting on the large oak table I felt a sense of unease despite having Fletcher sit across from me. Three days had passed since I last heard from Belle. The silence was gnawing at me. I found myself constantly wondering how she was doing, if she was safe. I couldn't shake the worry. “Can you stop that?” Fletcher said, irritation in his voice. “You’re driving me crazy with that tapping.”I blinked, realizing for the first time that I’d been drumming my fingers on the table. “Sorry,” I muttered, forcing my hands to still.Fletcher shut his phone and leaned forward, scrutinizing me with a knowing look. “What’s up, Zane? And don’t give me any bullshit. I know this restlessness has something to do with Kamille’s friend, Belle.”I sighed, feeling cornered. “I’m just worried about her safety, that’s all.”Fletcher raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. “Worried about her safety, huh? Sounds like someone’s in love.”I laughed dryly. “I can’t be in love, Fletcher. I’m no

Belle's POVBeep. Beep. Beep. My eyes fluttered open but I immediately shut them as I was hit by the harsh sterile light that bathed the room in which I laid in. The familiar beeping of the heart rate monitor and the soft hiss of the IV drip announced where I was before anyone could. I was mostly on the other side of the coin when it came to this ambience. I tried to push myself forward, hoping that sitting up will help quicken my consciousness. But as I made a slight move, I felt a sharp pain in my stomach, and instinctively, my hand went down to the source. That’s when the memories came flooding back, hitting me like a freight train.Dave. Blood. My baby. Zane. My baby! “My baby, my baby,” dry sobs rose from my throat. I clutched my belly tightly and although it was painful, I was feeling a more heartbreaking pain in my heart.I heard a door creak open and I turned with my tear washed eyes to see Zane hurrying towards me. His face was pale and hurt. He seemed to have dark circle

Dave's POVAs I stood up and left the room, I left with barely contained anger. The sterile, white walls of the hospital ward felt like they were closing in on me. The beeping of the machines, the murmur of voices, it all became a distant hum as my anger grew. My fists clenched at my sides, and I could feel the heat rising in my face. Belle was in there, with that... that hoodlum. Zane Caruso. The name alone made my blood boil. He sure had a strong fist.As I walked down with my feet stomping loudly down the corridor. It was a private ward and contained less people in it. My steps echoed in the hallway but I couldn't care less.I needed to get myself cleaned up. I made a turn and found a washroom, I slipped in. I turned on the water and splashed it on my face. I hissed as I felt the wound sting when colliding with water.I took a towel from the warmer and pressed it to my face. I cleaned out the bruises that were left behind by Zane. I smiled mischievously and took out my phone.I