Barren Heiress Returns With Quadruplet

Ellen’s POV

Having a nice lunch in a nice and luxurious french restaurant with my parents was one of my dreams come true. While we were eating, my phone had beeped with a message and I immediately wanted to reply to it, but mother held my hands.

I looked up at her with a confused stare. “What if it was Zeke giving his response concerning the pregnancy?” I asked.

“He too can wait. There really is no difference between himself and us now,” Father replied.

“Ohhh,” I said slowly as I returned my phone back into my purse.

We had an amazing time till we left and went back home. When we returned home, there was an air of triumph about us. I felt invincible. But as we alighted from our car, we were met with Zeke and his personal assistant, Mr. Rogers alongside his chief security, Andrew.

“What are you doing here?” I demanded, trying to put on a cold front. Afterall, he was at my mercy now.

“Did you not get my message? I’m here to talk about your pregnancy,” He replied coldly, returning my energy in an even more fierce tone.

“You have no right to be here.” Mother said firmly.

“I’m going to provide financial support until the child is born. But let me be clear: you will never set foot in my house again. After the child is born, I will run a DNA test immediately. If I find out I’ve been deceived, you will face my legal team in court.”

Did he just ignore my mother?

“I don’t care what you say. I will make sure the whole world knows that I am carrying your baby.” I retorted in anger.

He took a step closer and said in a low voice, “If you want to unleash the demon I have kept hidden for so long, go ahead. But you will regret it.”

His words made me shiver in fright for a moment, but almost immediately, I regained my confidence. “Do your worst, Zeke.”

“Remember what I said. You will regret it.” He turned and began to walk away.

“Zeke,” I turned to see my father holding mother in his arms.

“What?” He replied.

“You don’t trample on my daughter like that and go scot free. I hear you are looking for some children, I wish you all the best,”

With that father motioned towards the house and we went inside. As we settled into the comfort of our mansion, the head housekeeper hurried out and informed us of Zeke’s activities while we were yet to arrive back at home.

“What? Why did you not tell us?” Father yelled, finally finding someone to release his anger on.

“You are fired!” I barked and despite her pleas she was thrown out of the mansion. “Do you think he might have had any lead?” I asked, turning to stare at my father.

“Only you and I know of that place in this family and…” He paused and his eyes widened.

“The doctors,” I completed the sentence for him.

“We need to have them lodged here. Their frequent visits may draw attention to himself;ves.” Father said.

Fuck! It might have already. Why did we not think of it earlier on.

“What are you guys talking about?” Mother asked.

Before a response could be made my father’s phone rang, shattering the peace. I watched as he answered, his expression transforming from angry to stricken in a matter of seconds. His face turned ashen, and his hand trembled so violently that he let the phone slip from his grip, clattering to the floor.

“Father, what’s wrong?” I rushed to his side, gripping his arm to steady him.

He looked at me with hollow eyes. “Gone,” he whispered. “All is gone.”

“What are you talking about?” I demanded, panic rising in my chest. “Speak in clearer terms, Father! What the fuck is gone?”

“The investor,” he said, his voice breaking. “He’s pulled out. All the money… it’s gone.”

My mind reeled. “What do you mean? How can he just pull out like that?”

“It was a tentative contract,” he explained, his voice hollow. “He could withdraw at any time if he wasn’t satisfied with the results.”

“This is unbelievable!” I shouted, pacing the room. “Why the hell would you agree to such terms?”

“We were desperate, Ellen!” my father yelled back, his frustration evident. “We needed the money, or we would have been ruined by now. Starving, dead in the streets!”

I slumped into a chair, my head in my hands. “Now we’re really done for,” I muttered. “We’re worse off than before.”

“Not yet,” my father said firmly. He pointed to my stomach. “We still have a chance with that baby you’re carrying.”

I looked up at him, irritated. “I know she’s not Zeke’s child, but she’s still my child. Your grandchild.”

“Only if Zeke acknowledges the child,” he said, his eyes hardening.

“Raymond,” Mother called teary eyed.

“Not now Esther,” He replied.

Father suddenly took on the form of a heartless beast. I could not blame him, neither could I refute. “But what about Zeke? He never makes empty threats,” I asked.

“When we reach that bridge, we will burn it. I cannot put all my efforts down the damn drain,” He replied.

He took my phone and placed a call to Mr. Finley and within hours, a mini studio was set up in our home. This was going to be my most convincing performance yet.

I sat in front of the camera, documents in hand, and began to speak. “My name is Ellen Manor,” I said, my voice trembling just enough to convey emotion. “I am pregnant with Zeke’s child. I have documents proving my pregnancy, and I have evidence of the night I went to see him at his casino. We left together, and I have been living with him. But ever since Kamille came back from the dead, Zeke has been neglecting me.”Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

I paused, letting my words sink in, then continued, my voice breaking as tears streamed down my face. “My siblings were wrong, and they are paying for their crimes. But why should Zeke and Kamille-my own sister-do this to me and my family?”

The recording ended, and I wiped my eyes, feeling a mix of satisfaction and revulsion at my own performance. “Now let’s see how they get out of this mess,” I said, my voice hardening.

The next day dawned with a heavy, oppressive atmosphere. I felt the weight of our situation pressing down on me as I awaited the fallout from the video. I knew it would cause a stir, and I could only hope it would turn the tide in our favor.

As I sat in my room, my mind raced with thoughts of the baby growing inside me. You had better serve your purpose, tiny human.

My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. “Come in,” I called out.

Ava entered, her face pale and tense. “Miss Ellen, the video has gone viral,” she said, her voice trembling. “It’s all over the news.”

I felt a surge of adrenaline. “Good,” I replied. “Let’s see how Zeke and Kamille respond to this.”