Barren Heiress Returns With Quadruplet

Chris’s POV

I woke up in my luxurious apartment, the soft glow of dawn filtering through the heavy curtains. It was a Monday morning, but unlike every other Monday where I usually woke up early, eager to get to school so I wouldn’t miss Kamille’s arrival with the kids, but today was different.

I knew there wasn’t going to be any Kamille anywhere.

I lay in bed for a few moments, staring at the ceiling, her absence pressing heavily on my chest. With a sigh, I threw off the covers and made my way to the bathroom.

The water was hot as it cascaded over me, but it did little to wash away the frustration gnawing at my insides. As I dried myself off, memories of Kamille flooded my mind-her laugh, her touch, the way her lips tasted pressed against mine.

“Fuck,” I muttered to myself, gripping the edge of the sink. “What the hell have you done to me, Kamille?”

That night in the car when I kissed her felt like the earth had met the sun. It was a simple brush of our lips, but that kiss had hunted me and since then none other could satisfy me.

I stepped out of the bathroom in order to avoid spending more time than I intended there. I dried myself, then selected a short with a tan coloured shirt.

I went down to the kitchen, I brewed myself a cup of coffee, the rich aroma filling the room as I settled down to drink it.

As I took my first sip, my phone rang, the screen flashing with a call from the school. I answered it, my voice cold and calm. “Yes?”

“Hello Sir, we noticed you didn’t arrive this morning. Is everything alright?” The secretary’s voice was polite, but there was a hint of concern.

“I’m fine,” I replied curtly. “I won’t be in today.”

“Understood, Mr. Christopher,. If there’s anything we can do-”

“There isn’t. Goodbye.”

Why can’t they just leave me the hell alone?

I hung up, the conversation leaving a sour taste in my mouth. Just as I was about to take another sip of coffee, Paul walked in, his expression serious.

“Good morning Boss,” He greeted with a curt nod of his head.

“Paul,” I acknowledged.

“Boss, the stocks are about to rise in the Manor Company,,” he reported.

My hands paused mid air with the mug in hands. “It’s time to pull out,” I said, nodding in agreement. Just as Paul turned to leave, a thought struck me. “Wait.”

Paul stopped, turning back to face me. “Yes, boss?”

“Removing the funds… when Kamille comes back, what will she be left with?”

Paul hesitated, his loyalty and confusion evident. “Have you been able to reach out to her yet, boss?”

A surge of frustration welled up inside me, but I kept my tone calm and sinister. “No. And it’s starting to piss me off.”

I grabbed my phone, dialing Kamille’s number again. The call went unanswered, just like countless times before. I sent her a message, a simple plea for her to contact me, but deep down, I knew she wouldn’t reply. My anger simmered beneath the surface, and I suspected Zeke had something to do with her silence.

With an icy tone, I turned to Paul. “Set in motion our plan to kill Zeke. I’ve had enough of his meddling.”

Paul nodded, understanding the gravity of my command. “Consider it done, boss. How about withdrawing the investments?”

I thought for a while, I needed to leave something in that account for Kamille when she returned, but at this moment, punishing that conniving bitch and sly old fox of a father was a more pressing need.

“Take it out,” I ordered coldly. “Speed up the search for the kids too and let us get all these done and over with,”

“Yes boss,” He nodded and walked out of the room.

As he left, the coffee in my hands suddenly felt like water. I needed something stronger.

I walked back into the kitchen and poured out the remaining coffee into the sink. I headed straight to the winery and picked out a strong bottle of wine and poured some for myself.

I walked out of my apartment and went into the garden. There were lots of armed men on surveillance. I had a shipment coming in soon, but with my identity revealed to Ezekiel Reid, I have to make sure that he was taken out of the picture before he leaked that information to the police or other authorities.

“Boss,” The men greeted me as I walked past them.

I raised my glass of wine in acknowledgement of their greeting and continued walking. I had very powerful high ups I reported to and made supplies to. I know how crazy they would get when they realize I have taken down a threat to their social status and standing.

But if I don’t, I know I would be the one taking the fall for it all alone.

I paused in my tracks, gulped down all the contents in the glass I held before flinging it away in anger. Even the dumbass wine tasted way better than the luxurious bar wines.

I sighed and took out my phone. I peered at it before dialing Kamille’s number again. She definitely had not blocked my number, but not picking or returning my calls could only be a function of someone or something else. Only one person would manipulate her phone and that would be Zeke.

That son of a bitch was always meddling!

The stakes were high, but I had never shied away from a challenge. This was my world, a world of shadows and deceit, where only the strong survived. And I intended to not only survive but to thrive, to carve out a legacy that would endure long after I was gone.

And when it did, I would be ready, standing tall amidst the chaos, secure in the knowledge that I had played my part to perfection. The stakes were high, but so too was the freaking reward, a future where I held all the power, and those who dared to challenge me were left to languish in the darkness.

It was not going to be a dream only!