All Chapters of Barren Heiress Returns With Quadruplet: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Belle’s PovNot able to hold it in any longer, the tears spilled over my made up face. As I cried, I heard footsteps approaching, and I looked up to see my father standing in front of me. His face was filled with concern, but also with a frustration that he didn’t bother to hide.“Belle,” he said softly, sitting down beside me. “I didn’t mean to bring up the past. I just wanted you to see and understand what’s at stake here. Everything the Scott family did for you—they did it because they wanted you to be their daughter-in-law. They didn’t have to, but they did it because they care about you.”I couldn’t look at him. The tears kept falling, and I wiped them away angrily, hating how weak and pathetic I felt. But his words cut deep, and I couldn’t ignore them.“Despite everything, despite your PTSD, your struggles, Dave has stood by your side,” my father continued, his voice gentle but firm. “He has been there for you through it all, and now you want to act like an ungrateful person and

Dave’s POV“Fuck!" I cursed as I watched Belle walk away from me. She was beautiful and sexy. The dress she wore did a great job in highlighting her curves. She was indeed beautiful, but had chosen to rather be a dull fiancee. I clenched my fists in anger and stormed into the Director's office. “What did she want?" I asked Dr. Perri, immediately I entered. His face was downcast, but I did not have the time to play therapist and immediately asked him again. “What did Belle want? “Dr. Scott. I assure you it's nothing to concern you…”"Dr. Perri, don't make me ask you what the hell she said!” I yelled.“She wanted to submit her resignation letter," He blurted out. “What?" I yelled in surprise. Why was Belle biting more than she could chew? “Make sure word doesn't get out about this. Not even to my parents,” I instructed."I have…" Belle's father began to say, but I had already turned and began to walk away. I headed back into the elevator. I needed some time to thinkEvery step I

Zane's POVAs soon as I got off the phone with Zeke, I felt Fletcher's eyes on me. I didn’t need to look up to know he had that smug expression on his face, the one he always wore when he thought he had the upper hand. “Seems like I’ve won over your drunk brain again,” Fletcher said, a teasing lilt in his voice. “No alcohol, right?”I rolled my eyes, leaning back in my chair. “I know, it’s just because of Kamille’s pregnancy,” I replied, trying to brush off his smugness. “Besides, I bet I’m not the only one here who wouldn’t mind something stronger.”Fletcher grinned, that mischievous glint in his eyes as he motioned to the bar. “Well, then, take a bottle and walk away.” He walked away after his mischievous suggestion too.I heaved a sigh. Zeke had called us earlier this morning to prepare a surprise party for Kamille. He had planned out everything to happen before dinner. “Would her friends be here?" Fletcher asked, taking the words right out of my mouth.“They should. I would ask

Zane's POV Seeing Belle now, sitting just across the table, her eyes avoiding mine at every turn, made the drinks I had picked up earlier seem pointless. I had been so convinced I’d need something strong to get through this evening, but now, they felt like a weight I didn’t want to carry.Amanda, ever the lively one, caught my quiet demeanor and decided to poke fun at it. “So, Zane,” she started with a teasing smirk, “are you really as obedient as you look, or are you just pretending for tonight?”Fletcher, never one to miss an opportunity, chuckled beside me. “As if,” he said, nudging me with his elbow. “Depends on what you mean. I tend to be very obedient except when it comes to somewhere more quiet and intimate," I replied, glancing over at Belle briefly.She sure was still immersed in her glass of juice.“He's a male whore!" Amanda exclaimed and we all laughed. Thankfully the kids were engrossed with a game and their chattering a few feets away. “That would be Fletcher before

Zane's POV I reached out, gently cupping her face in my hands, his touch warm and comforting. “Belle, you don’t have to be afraid. I’m not going to hurt you, and I’m not going to let anyone else hurt you either.” She leaned into my touch and I felt like I was making some headway, but she suddenly pulled away. She wrapped her arms around herself. “You don’t understand, Zane. I’m not just dealing with the usual kind of problems. It’s deeper than that, more complicated. And I don’t want to put you in a position where you might end up regretting it.” I looked at her with so much concern. I could not bear to know that she was going through a lot and I did nothing about it. “Belle, I don’t care how complicated it is. I’m not going anywhere.” She shook her head. “Please, Zane,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “Just... let it go.” “Belle—” Zane started, but I cut him off. “Please, Zane,” I said, my voice pleading. “Can we just... drop it? For now?” “Fuck that, Belle,” I