All Chapters of Barren Heiress Returns With Quadruplet: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Zane’s POVWas Dave Scott a clown truly? Or he was trying to put up an act?“You think a knife is going to scare me?” I said in a cold and steady voice. “You’re even more pathetic than I thought.”He pressed the blade harder and I could feel his hands trembling from the knife he had pressed to my neck. “You don’t know what you’re messing with, Caruso. I’ll kill you if I have to.”“Go ahead,” I replied lazily. I had already wasted more than enough time with the son of a bitch. “Do it. But killing me won’t change anything. Belle’s already gone, and no matter what you do, you can’t force her to come back.”I felt his grip tightened on the knife for a split second, then followed closely by the familiar dance of hesitation in his eyes.I chuckled softly, knowing how infuriating that would sound, but I still chuckled even louder. “You’re not going to do it, are you? You don’t have the balls.”“I just don’t want to get your dirty blood on my hands,” He replied through gritted teeth. “But yo

Belle's POVThe low hum of the plane’s engine droned in my ears as I stared out the window, watching the clouds roll by like waves in the sky. I must have fallen asleep at some point because the next thing I knew, the sharp voice of the air hostess echoed over the intercom, announcing our arrival in Paris.“Ladies and gentlemen, we will be landing shortly at Charles de Gaulle Airport. Please fasten your seatbelts and prepare for arrival.”I blinked, momentarily disoriented, as I looked around at the other passengers beginning to gather their things. My heart raced a little, not from excitement, but from the reality that I was really here, alone in a foreign country, with no plan, no idea where to go or what to do next."Welcome to Paris." The lively French woman beside me, who had chatted my ear off earlier, smiled knowingly.I nodded, forcing a smile. "Thank you."Her eyes sparkled with excitement. "Ah, you will love it. Paris is... how do you say... magical!""I hope so," I muttered

Dave's POV I sat in the dim light of my penthouse, staring out at the sprawling city below. It was supposed to be my wedding night. Instead of being with Belle, I was drowning myself in the second bottle of whiskey that I could barely tell what color the liquid was. The wine burned as it slid down my throat, but it did nothing to quell the fury boiling inside me.A few hours ago, I was supposed to become a husband, but now, I was sitting here alone, humiliated, insulted, and trampled upon by that bastard, Zane Caruso. Belle had run away, and somehow, Zane knew more than he let on. It didn’t add up. He wasn’t just helping her run—he seemed like he was involved in something deeper. I could feel it.I poured another glass and sat back, trying to piece everything together. Zane’s arrogance, his threats... Did he really know about Belle’s patient? The thought gnawed at me, making my skin crawl. If Zane knew, then he had leverage, and leverage was something I couldn’t afford him to have.J

Belle's POV I couldn’t sleep.No matter how much I tossed and turned, pulling the covers tighter around me, sleep refused to come. My mind wouldn’t shut off. It was like a tangled web of thoughts, each one more confusing than the last. Zane. The wedding. Kamille and Amanda. My family. It was all swirling together, a constant reminder that I had run away from everything, but it had followed me here, clinging to me like shadows in the dark.With a frustrated sigh, I threw off the covers and sat up, feeling the cool air hit my skin. The hotel room was quiet, but the silence felt suffocating. I needed to get out, even if just for a brief stroll. Maybe the cool night air would help clear my head.I slipped into the hotel’s provided robe and padded barefoot to the door, stepping into the hallway. It was dimly lit, with the occasional flicker of light overhead. I walked aimlessly until I found myself at the end of the corridor, where a small balcony overlooked the city below. I stepped outs

Dave's POV It was another day, but it still felt like hell. No amount of alcohol or distractions could drown out the harsh reality staring me in the face. Millions of dollars were lost, and it was all because of one person: Zane Caruso. First, Belle humiliated me by leaving me at the altar, and now, with the drug shipment gone and the warehouse reduced to ashes, the situation was spiraling out of control. Investors were jittery, questioning the stability of our operations. The emergency stakeholders meeting was looming over me like a guillotine.I stood at the base of the grand staircase, straightening my tie in the mirror before making my way up. The house felt cold, like it had been stripped of its warmth and soul. My mother was waiting at the top of the stairs, already dressed in her sharp, tailored corporate suit—a sleek black blazer that hugged her narrow frame, matched with a pencil skirt that stopped just above the knee. Her dark hair was pulled into a tight bun, her makeup fl