Barren Heiress Returns With Quadruplet

Ellen’s POV

Sitting in the parlor with Zeke and my father, the tension in the air was suffocating. I tried to keep my composure, but my mind kept drifting back to the moments leading up to this assembly.Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

A few hours earlier, Mr. Finley had called, informing us that Zeke was on his way over. The news had sent a shiver of anticipation through me.

After we had informed Mr Finley yesterday to call Zeke, we had waited in anticipation of the next day when his reply was to come in. That day was today.

I had already selected a nice outfit in preparation for his coming. After Mr Finley relayed the information, I retreated to my room. I needed time to think, to prepare. I ran a bath and let the warm water soothe my nerves, my mind racing with thoughts of what was about to happen.

After drying off, I slipped into my favorite sexy blouse and skirt, a black silk number that clung to my curves in all the right places. I looked in the mirror and being satisfied with my appearance, I headed downstairs to wait for Zeke’s arrival.

“You look stunning Ellen,” Father complimented as I approached the lunch table.

“Thank you, Father,” I replied.

That was a very rare compliment from my father, I smiled. Yet again, I felt this was another reason I was happy that Liz and Gabriel were in detention. It made it easier to be seen by my father.

“Have a seat Ellen, let us eat.” Mother said, drawing my attention to a seat beside her.

“Is Zeke not here yet?” I asked, my eyes searching for signs of him.

“Not yet, but I have asked Finley to keep calling him,” Father replied.

“Okay Father,” I replied.

Father had said lunch, but Zeke arrived close to dinner time. When the doorbell rang, my heart skipped a beat. I took a deep breath and opened the door, my eyes immediately drawn to Zeke.

He stood there, tall and imposing, his dark hair slightly tousled as if he’d run his fingers through it in frustration. His eyes, intense and piercing, met mine, and I felt a jolt of something between fear and excitement.

His physique was as impressive as ever, broad shoulders tapering to a lean waist, every muscle defined beneath his tailored suit.

His demeanor was cold, but I led him to the parlor where my father sat waiting, my mind a whirl of emotions. How would this play out? What would he say? Would he believe me? Would he fall for our bait?

If it is proven that these accusations are false, you will all live in regret of the day you crossed me. You will wish you had never been born.

His words sent a chill down my spine. The room suddenly felt colder, and I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to ward off the creeping sense of dread. Zeke’s gaze was unwavering, his threat hanging heavy in the air. My father remained composed, but I could see the tension in his clenched fists.

“Zeke,” I said, my voice trembling slightly. “I never lied to you. I was hurt when you left me, but I never intended to deceive you.”

I had shed enough tears to make the dead believe me, but Zeke seemed to have locked his heart totally against me. My tears could not move him anymore.

But Zeke had already stood up, his movements slow and deliberate as he turned and walked out, leaving a trail of tension in his wake.

I watched him go, my heart pounding in my chest. Once the door closed behind him, I finally allowed myself to breathe.

My father placed a hand on my shoulder, his grip firm. “Ellen, we need to be very careful. Zeke is dangerous, and we can’t afford any mistakes.”

“I know, Dad,” I replied, my voice shaky. “I just hope we can keep him from finding out.”

He nodded, his eyes filled with concern. “We’ll figure this out. Just stay strong.”

I was now torn between following after Zeke and staying back at home. I had earlier arranged a few of my luggage in preparation for a positive outcome, but I could not understand where I stood now.

“Ellen,” my father snapped, breaking through my thoughts. “Hurry up and go. Now!”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I rushed toward one of the housekeepers, barely keeping the panic from my voice. “Get to my room and bring down my boxes of clothes. Quickly!”

The housekeeper nodded and sprinted up the stairs. I paced anxiously in the foyer, my mind replaying every word of Zeke’s warning. My father had kept his composure, but I knew he was just as worried as I was. We couldn’t afford to slip up now.

A few minutes later, the housekeeper returned with a small suitcase. I grabbed it and bolted out the door, my heart pounding in my chest.

As I approached Zeke’s car, he barked at me, his voice filled with frustration and contempt. “Get lost!”