Barren Heiress Returns With Quadruplet

Ellen’s POV

I tossed comfortably in bed, allowing the softness of the silk sheets to caress my skin with its smoothened and fine exterior.

I flickered my eyes open as the early morning sunlight filtered through the heavy curtains of my room back in the Manor mansion, where I was treated like the queen I was.

I rose up from the bed and walked up to the window, then I spread the curtains properly, to allow the sunlight filter in properly.

I decided to bask a little while in the warm glow of the sunlight, enjoying the effect of its golden rays on my skin.

Way better than that pothole Zeke put me in.

I walked back into the bathroom and had a warm bath. After freshening up, I descended the grand staircase to the dining room, where breakfast was being served.

I had missed all the good things at Zeke’s mansion because I wasn’t welcome, but I will make sure that all those little lowlifes pay for all they did to me. Listening to Zeke and paying little attention to me.

My father was notably absent, but my mother sat at the top right side of the table, a serene smile on her face. She was being served some pork ribs and salad dressing. She has been eating very little since Liz’s and Gabriel’s arrest.

“Good morning, Ellen,” she greeted me warmly as she lifted her head to see me..

“Good morning, Mother,” I replied, taking my seat.

“I hope you slept well,” She asked.

“Yes Mother, I slept well,” I replied.

We ate in silence for a while, but I was yet to see My father walk in through the door. It was beginning to feel unusual not having him around me for too long. “Mother, how about father?” I asked as I took a sip of my coffee.

“He should be here soon,” She replied, wearing a warm smile and spinning his coffee.

“Oh,” I replied disappointedly. She was his wife and had to know these things, such as were he wasNôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

Silence followed after that except for clicking cutleries to plates and the soft hum of the espresso machine.

“You and your father seem to be getting along these days,” Mother commented out of the blues.

“Are we not supposed to?” I retorted.

Mother sighed. “You know, I have been meaning to ask you something,” She added softly.

“Alright mother, I’m all ears, ” I replied.

“Ellen, are we doing anything towards Liz and Gabriel’s release?” she asked, her eyes searching mine for any sign of hesitation.

I paused, contemplating whether to give her the full details of what had transpired. Liz and Gabriel’s situation was complicated, and there were so many moving parts to our plan.

“No, not at the moment,” I said finally, keeping my tone neutral.

My mother’s brow furrowed in concern. “Why not? They’ve been in there for so long. Surely there must be something we can do.”

Before I could give her another response, my father entered the dining room, his presence commanding immediate attention. “I apologize for my late arrival,” he said, kissing my mother on the cheek and giving me a reassuring nod. “I had a call from the office that requires my immediate attention.”

“What was it about?” Mother asked curiously.

“Our stocks have gone up,” he announced, his eyes gleaming with triumph. “By midnight, we will be billionaires once again.”

As my father’s voice sounded , an orgasmic thrill of excitement immediately ran through me. Now that’s the fucking kinda news I love to hear.

This was the kind of news that made all the effort worthwhile. “That’s fantastic news, Father,” I said, smiling broadly.

“Yes it sure is and in no time, we will also celebrate the release of your siblings from prison,” He added.

“Is that true?” My mother beamed with excitement and a surge of adrenaline.

Her excitement and joy makes me feel that she did not love me one bit.

Father sat in his seat at the head of the table and food was served to him by the servants. We ate in silence. No one said anything, each of us eating with barely contained excitement.

“We need to go and see the kids Ellen,” Father said as he lifted himself up the chair at the table.

“Okay father,” I replied honorably.

The skyrocketing prices of our stocks had put us in an excellent mood, and we wanted to ensure that nothing marred our victory. After our meal, mother was assisted back to her room, while father and I went up to Grandma Monica’s study. We walked into the secret elevator and made our way beneath the earth.

We arrived at the secret bunker, then we got to the kid’s room. When we arrived, they were still very unconscious, but they were out of trouble. “How long will they be unconscious? Do we have to fly in more medics to treat the kids?” Father asked at the sight of the unconscious kids.

After all, he didn’t want anything bad happening to them.

“How are they?” I finally asked one of the doctors, my voice steady.

“They’re stable,” the doctor replied, glancing up from his work. “We’ve administered the best treatments available. They just need time to recover.”

I nodded, feeling a mix of relief and frustration. This was a critical part of our plan, and we couldn’t afford any slip-ups.

As the medics worked, my father and I stepped aside to discuss our next steps. The room was filled with the hum of medical equipment.

“We need to ensure the children are kept safe,” my father said, his voice low and firm. “Kamille will be desperate to see them, and that desperation will make her vulnerable.”

That sure as hell fits her perfectly.

I nodded in agreement. “And what about Zeke?” I asked, my voice tinged with annoyance. “He’s becoming a bigger problem than we anticipated.”

My father’s eyes narrowed. “Zeke is a distraction, but he’s not our primary concern. Kamille is the key. If we control her, we control everything.”

The game was far from over, and I was determined to play it to the end. I took out my phone and made a video of the kids and once I was done, I checked through the video and noticed that the girl’s fingers had twitched.

“She’s awake,”