All Chapters of Barren Heiress Returns With Quadruplet: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Belle's POV The balcony suddenly felt too hot and too small with Zane standing there. It wasn’t the balcony itself, but the air between us—heavy, charged, suffocating. My chest tightened as I tried to blink back the tears that wouldn’t stop. I didn’t want to cry, not now, not in front of him, but it was like a dam had broken inside me, and I had no control anymore.Zane watched me, his dark eyes full of concern, and I hated how much I wanted him to fix everything, even though I knew he couldn’t. This wasn’t something anyone could fix. I felt raw, exposed in a way I hadn’t expected. I thought running would solve everything, that distance would make it easier to forget, to move on. But seeing him here, in front of me, only made my feelings for him sharper, more painful.More intense and fucking uncontrolable.“Belle,” he continued, his voice low and gentle, but I shook my head, pressing my lips together to stop another sob from escaping. I couldn’t bear the softness in his tone, the wa

Belle's POV Zane's lips on mine felt like a spark igniting something deep within me—something I hadn’t known I was missing until this very moment. The world seemed to blur, leaving just the two of us, wrapped in each other's warmth and longing. His kiss was tender yet urgent, his hands gripping me as though he was afraid I might vanish again.Without breaking the kiss, Zane lifted me effortlessly, and I instinctively wrapped my legs around him, holding him as tightly as I could. My fingers tangled in his hair as his mouth moved against mine, sending waves of warmth coursing through me. Every inch of my body hummed with a desire I had tried so hard to suppress, but now it was impossible. This was real. He was real.I felt the soft fabric of my nightwear hike up beath the robe I wore over it as he carried me, his strong arms supporting my weight as if I weighed nothing at all. My heart raced, not out of fear, but anticipation. The door to his room was already ajar, and he nudged it ope

Belle’s POV The soreness in my body made itself known the moment I stirred awake, a dull ache spreading through me, but it was a reminder of last night—of the passion we shared, of Zane’s touch, of how perfectly we fit together. I couldn’t help but smile, letting the memory of it wash over me like a warm, comforting wave. Still half-asleep, I reached out to snuggle into the heat of Zane’s body, only to find cold sheets next to me.My eyes fluttered open, instantly searching the space beside me. He wasn’t there. I sat up, a rush of worry flooding my chest. Where is he? I scanned the room, my heart beating faster with each passing second. The space was quiet, too quiet, and I suddenly felt a knot form in my stomach.Had he left?I threw the covers off and swung my legs over the side of the bed. My bare feet touched the cool floor as I stood, and my eyes caught sight of the robe from last night lying discarded nearby. I quickly picked it up and wrapped it around my body, tying the belt

Belle’s POVThe moment we arrived in Brixton, a sense of unease washed over me. It had been a long, tense journey, and although Zane's presence beside me had given me comfort, I couldn’t shake the growing anxiety that clung to me. I powered on my phone, intending to send a quick message to Kamille, to let her know I was back. But as soon as the screen lit up, I was bombarded with a flood of missed calls and messages from my family.I frowned, my fingers hovering over the notifications. What could they possibly want now? My heart began to race as I scrolled through the endless list of calls, each one filling me with dread.Zane, who had been watching me carefully, reached over and gently took the phone from my hands. “Let’s get you settled in first,” he said softly, his voice soothing. “Somewhere safe.”I hesitated for a moment, staring at the phone now in his grip, but then I nodded. He was right. I needed to be somewhere safe before I dealt with whatever chaos awaited me on the other

Belle’s POVAfter I was done unpacking my clothes, although my mind still felt foggy from everything that had happened in the past few days, I tried to focus. The familiar task of organizing my things gave me something to do, something to distract myself from the swirling thoughts that refused to quiet down. I neatly folded the last of my shirts and placed them in the drawer. I sighed, glancing around the room Zane had set up for me in his penthouse. It was beautiful, spacious, and elegant, but the weight in my chest wouldn’t lift.Just as I stood up, stretching out the tension that had gathered in my back, my phone rang again. My heart leaped with anxiety. After all the calls and messages I’d received earlier from my family, I wasn’t ready for more. I picked up the phone, dreading who it might be this time.It was my elder brother, Elijah.I stared at his name on the screen, my thumb hovering over the "answer" button. Elijah? Why would he be calling me? He had been as nonchalant as e