Barren Heiress Returns With Quadruplet

Chris’s POVCopyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

We began to make our move into the mansion, we shot any security in sight and blew off any visible cameras. Seeing everything intact, it meant that Zeke must have snuck his way in. I scoffed and continued our walk into the mansion with a smug look plastered across my face.

As we moved, Paul hurried to my side and whispered into my ears. I paused and a cold and killing intent flashed in my eyes.

“Let me have it,” I said coldly as I stretched my hands out to him.

He handed me a tablet, and I looked at the screen. There it was-Ellen’s tear-streaked face splashed across the news, her sobs captured in a loop that played over and over again. The headlines screamed of betrayal, heartbreak, and scandal.

Ellen’s father’s downfall was on display for the entire world to see. The media had picked up the story, and it was spreading like wildfire. They blamed Kamille. Not that asshole, Zeke but Kamille.

I felt a surge of fury course through me. “Damn Zeke!” I spat, my voice seething with anger. “He’s to be blamed for all this! He could not sort himself out on time, he messed up Kamille’s life and now he was trying to act the hero.”

I will make sure he pays for this. I clenched my fist tightly so that my knuckles turned white.

“Say the word and we would bring his lifeless body to you boss,” Paul replied.

I believed he could. Paul would rather die in the hands of his target, than come back as a failure, but…

I straightened, my resolve hardening. “Get everyone ready. We move now. Kill anyone who obstructs us and take the kids. But Zeke, cripple him if you must, but leave him alive. I want the honor of taking his life myself.”

Paul and the others nodded, their faces set with determination. “Understood, boss,” Paul said.

“Paul,” I said, my voice low and dangerous, “When we catch up to him, make sure our men know the stakes. No hesitation, no mercy. We take the kids and leave Zeke for me.”

“Got it, boss,” Paul replied, his own determination evident.

The men of the platoon five moved both ahead and behind me. We moved confidently into the first building in the yard.

We encountered little resistance at first. The outer security had been taken care of, and the inside was eerily quiet. But I knew better than to let my guard down. Zeke was cunning, and he would have something up his sleeve.

“Boss,” one of my men whispered, pointing to a door slightly ajar. “Looks like someone’s been through here.”

I nodded, signaling for them to proceed with caution. We moved in, weapons at the ready. The door creaked open, revealing a room in disarray. Papers were strewn across the floor, and furniture had been overturned in a hasty search.

“Keep moving,” I ordered.

“Boss,” Paul called out, “We’ve got movement outside. Zeke’s already in the main mansion.”

A grim smile tugged at my lips. “It’s party time then,”

We charged out of the house into the cool night air hitting us as we burst through the doors. We made our way back towards the main mansion.

I stationed my men in pairs at every possible stop there was. “Bring me any intruder you encounter on your watch and for anyone who poses a threat, you know what to do,” I said to them.

“Yes boss,” They chorused and immediately swung into action. We surrounded the mansion, guns drawn, ready for any form of confrontation.

We approached the main house with precision, taking out the remaining security forces with ruthless efficiency. The mansion stood before us.

As we neared the entrance, I noticed two older women being held by Zeke’s men. One of them was Esther Manor, her eyes wide with terror. I nodded to my men, signaling for them to handle the situation.

“Sort that mess out,” I commanded. “We don’t have time for loose ends.”

They moved quickly, dragging the women away as I turned my focus back to the task at hand. The living room of the mansion was just ahead, and I knew that Zeke and his allies would be there.

I burst through the door, my gun trained on the support system of the Manor household. Two men stood there, taken by surprise. Without hesitation, I pulled the trigger, and they fell to the ground, dead. I shot at some of their security too.

“Who are you?” Raymond Manor demanded. I could hear his voice trembling with fear.

A hush fell over the room as I stepped inside into the proper view. Zeke, Ellen and her father were all there. If only I thought about it earlier, with just one bomb blast and all thorns would be wiped out in seconds.

“My name doesn’t matter,” I replied coldly. “What matters is that you’re all complete too soon and with one knock out, I would have avenged Kamille properly.” I added.

They all had very surprised expressions, but I could not care less. I needed to get the kids, deal with Zeke and his bitch, then get the hell out of there.

Only one person seemed prepared for me and in my wildest imaginations, I had put him six feets under the ground a couple of times, worthy of note.

“What are you doing here Chris?” Zeke asked in the coldest tone.

“Don’t worry Zeke, I promise I will only take what belongs to me and leave,” I smiled sinisterly.

The only problem was that what belonged to me included all their lives. I would take out Zeke for being so pesty all these years, the Manor family members had to pay for all that they let Kamille go through.

I looked at the time, I knew that Zeke would not come without a backup plan, so I had asked my men to search around the perimeters, there was no sign of anything there. I smiled knowingly at the revelation.

Zeke was not silly enough to come here empty.