Barren Heiress Returns With Quadruplet

Kamilles POV

“Are you okay, Belle?” I asked clearly worried. My kids heard me say Belle and started asking to speak to her her.

“Mummy, mummy, Aunty Belle.” Tyris said and she scrambled with her seatbelt behind.

“Stay put Tyris. You’ll talk to Aunty Belle once you’re back from school.” I urged and Belle chuckled from the other end of the line.

“How are the kids?” She asked. Her voice was heavy with emotion and it got me worried and I momentarily forgot my kids scrambling to unlatch their seatbelts.

“They are fine Belle, but are you?” I asked slowly.

“Please Kam, don’t worry about me. I’m in my pms window so I have been having series of emotions but I will be fine.” She replied. I could feel her smile sadly.

I knew she normally had severe pms symptoms, and Amanda always teased her about it. But this time, we were worried it could be more than that. I sighed.

“Alright love. Let’s meet up soon. You, Amy and I. There’s a lot we need to catch up on.” I said calmly oblivious to the chaos going on at the back seat.

“Sounds like a plan Kam. Thank you.” Belle replied soflty.

“Talk to you later then.” I replied, then we hung up.

I sighed and looked into the rear mirror to see my kids playing and out of their seatbelts.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

“Reon, why are you out if your seatbelt? Torin and Royer sit down now! Tyris get seated too.” I ordered but they stubbornly played around.

“Mummy just one more. I want to tickle Reon one more, so he laughs.” Tyris pleaded.

“Yes mummy. Just one more. Reon laugh.” Royer joined in and they began their play and laughter. I smiled but I was still worried.

I stretched behind to help them with the seatbelts while they played, when I suddenly felt myself propel forward and my kids backward. I frowned and turned to the driver.

“What the hell…” My voice caught in my throat when I noticed a black mini van speeding at us from behind.

“I’m sorry ma’am. Tha car has been tailing us for a while now.

Heartbeat. Mind roll.

“Where the hell did it come from?” I asked the driver who was already accelerating even faster.

“Sorry ma’am, but please seat in properly.” The driver said.

I paid him no ear as I turned to look behind at my frightened kids.

“Mummy are we going to die?” Reon asked. His eyes shaky in fear but he was clearly holding Tyris’s hands who was already teary.

“Mummy we will sit properly next time. We don’t want you to die.” Royer said and began to cry. His tears made Tyris’s eyes give way to her own tears.

Fuck! I cursed inwardly.

“No babies. No one’s gonna die. We’re just playing a car race.” I said and forced a smile on.

“Really?” Royer asked.

“Yes love. So stop crying now. And cheer us on so we win.” I said still wearing the smile, but my heart was pounding hard against my chest.

The kids cheered up, but held each other tightly as they began chanting, “Win, win, win.”

Their action brought my fears to my eyes and immediately I sat back to stifle my sobs and dry my eyes. I had to be strong for them.

By now, we were driving down an alley. The mini van was closing up on us and I became really scared but my kids were now excited about the car racing.

“That’s it kids. We cannot lose this race.” I cheered them on and they laughed and continued their chant.

If we lose, we may die.

Turning to the driver I said. “My kids can definitely not die in this car.” My voice was low but firm. He nodded and in that split second, just as we came out of the alley, a small black sports car appeared from nowhere infront of us, causing the driver to abruptly step on the brakes.

I felt my head go forward and hit against the pigeon hole of the car.

Or not.

I recoiled from the collision, saved by the airbag I immediately turned behind to my kids. Their faces were white and sullen. And before I knew it, I saw them pass out in front of me.

I immediately turned to the driver and he nodded in understanding. We turned in the direction of the hospital.

I looked over to notice the black sports car chasing the mini van. “Who the hell is that?” I murmured to myself.

But I pushed my worry about who that was and began praying for the safety of my kids. I would never be okay if anything ever happened to them.

Silent tears streamed down my cheeks and in a blurry haze, I dialled Chris’s number. He picked almost immediately. I could not even say anything but sob and when I finally did, all I said was “My kids.”

I felt numb as thoughts twirled in my mind. Who was that? And why were they after our car? Were they thinking it was Zeke inside? Were they after my kids? Who the fuck were they?

We arrived at the hospital and seeing our car back and the driver hastily asking for stretchers, they all sprang into action.

I paced the waiting area scared for my kids, till they rolled them out back to the private ward we stayed.

They had already installed more beds. My kids appeared peaceful, their little bodies finally succumbing to the sedatives meant to provide them with much-needed rest and respite from the trauma they had endured.

“My babies.” I cried.

Silent tears streamed down my cheeks as I gazed upon them, who could have done this to them? Have I been discovered? Or was it just an accident?

Ignoring the questions that still rambled on in my head, I went to their bedsides. But as I reached out to touch them, a sob caught in my throat.

The doctor approached concern etched upon his face as he gently guided me away from my children. “Ms. Kamille, I understand your pain, but we need to let them rest.” He said softly.

Two nurses came to help me up and take me out so I could be calm. I allowed myself to be led outside but my tears continued to flow. I watched helplessly through the window as my children slept.

Arriving at the reception area, my tears had dried up but I was tired. I turned to the nurses. “Thank you very much, I will be fine here.”

“Okay, Ma’am. Take care of yourself and if you need anything, just let us know.” The brown-haired nurse replied and her partner concurred with a nod.

As they left, I walked into the reception area, but then I felt myself losing my footing. My heart lurched in my chest, as I braced myself for the impact of the fall.

But before I could hit the ground, firm hands caught me, pulling me back from the brink.

“Zeke?” I called out. But as I stabilized, I took in the absence of his unique scent, I knew it wasn’t him.

Turning around, I found myself face-to-face with Chris. His expression was filled with concern, his eyes searching mine for any sign of distress.

“Ms. Kamille, are you alright?” he asked, his voice gentle yet firm.

I nodded, unable to find the words to express the tumult of emotions raging inside me. “Thank you.” I managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper. “For coming to my aid.”

He gave me a reassuring smile, his hand still resting on my arm. “It is fine Ms. Kamille. I’m happy you called me.” He smiled warmly.

“Thank you.” I smiled.

“Tell me what happened?” Chris asked with concern. I looked at him and sighed. Then I narrated everything that happened to him.

“It feels like it was a deliberate attack.” he continued, his voice tinged with anger. “They must have known it was not Zeke in the car. No one trails Zeke like that except they want to get killed.” Chris said, managing to keep the strength out of his voice. But his eyes had a cold glint in it.

But who the hell would want to attack my kids? Is that not pure wickedness and evil? Why my kids? What harm could four innocent babies possibly pose?

Somewhere at the back of my mind, I wished Zeke was here. I was grateful for Chris’s effort but I wished it was Zeke. I somehow wanted him to be here, to comfort me.

But Zeke is more temptation than I could bear at the moment and I cannot rely on him everytime so as not to send the wrong message.

As if hearing my thoughts, Chris looked at me with a hurt expression. He was hurt, but his eyes were almost reddened by anger.