Barren Heiress Returns With Quadruplet

Kamille’s POV

London’s weather seemed favourable as the Monday morning sun pierced through into my room. I yawned and got off the bed.

I quickly went in to freshen up. I paused for a bit and stared at myself in the mirror. I loved how my body had evolved over the years. I had added more weight , my face had become rounder and I felt more beautiful. I got dressed and moved down to prepare a quick breakfast of scrambled eggs with bread and a cup of latte for my kids and I.

I got to the boys room, hoping to have a hard time getting them ready for school but they surprised me with the excitement they had. Tyris was no different when I got to her room.

Today must really be a good day. I smiled as they ran down to the breakfast table.

The breakfast table was noisy with their excited chattering.

“Promise mummy you will tell her all about today when you get back.” I said looking at them with a pleading smile.

“Of course mummy. I will tell you all about it.” Tyris said giggling. I nodded with a warm smile.

“You boys should take care of your sister okay?” I turned looking between Roen, Torin and Royer.

“Yes mummy.” They replied in unison.

I ordered an Uber and left with my kids. We arrived the school on time. I helped my kids out the car and paid the Uber driver and he left. My kids marveled at the enormous structure before them and made to run along, when I called them back. I held their hands and walked in with them.

We soon arrived at their classroom. I walked in and saw the back view of a fine young man. His skin was well tanned and he had brown curly hair and seemed almost six feet tall.

“Hello. Good morning.” I greeted. The man turned and smiled. He had an appealing appearance.

“Good morning Ma’am.” He replied with a bright smile.

“I am Ms. Kamille and these are my children. I assume you must be Mr. Christopher, the class teacher.” I said. I noticed his eyes flickered a bit, but quickly it returned to normal.

“Yes Ma’am, I am. But you can just call me Chris for short.” He responded. His eyes lingered a bit on me which I felt was weird, but I brushed it off. I spoke briefly with Mr . Chris before leaving.

As soon as I got back to my house, I got in and went straight into the study. I sat in front of the pile of documents neatly arranged on the table before me. I ignored them and took out the letter that was mailed to me and began reading again.

This letter was written by grandma. Her beautiful penmanship stood out amongst the rest of the Manors including myself. I sniffed. Tears clouded my eyes and gradually flowed down my cheeks.

I missed grandma Monica so much. I thought I had overcome the pain of losing her but seeing her writings again punctured old wounds and the tears just couldn’t stop.

Reading the words of the letter, I cannot help but get annoyed and angry. My entire life with the Manors had been nothing but a lie. The glory they lived in now did not belong to them, yet they had such boldness in doing evil. I sneered.Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

After I got a grip over myself, I picked up another document before me. It contained the evidences I had against Liz Manor. She had always derived pleasure from hitting me. On becoming an MMA fighter, I thought the beatings would stop since it was against the rules to hit non-fighter except in self defense, but she did not. It only became worse. Liz always hit me for every slight reason she had. Her dislike for me was always evident.

Unlike Zeke!

I hated that I was reminded of him. He was like a mistake I could not write off no matter how hard I try. I close my eye shut tightly, hoping it would take the thoughts of him away. But the tighter I closed, the more of him I saw.

“Ahhhh!” I groaned in frustration. I just want to be happy with my kids. I am done with any man. I had tried to love once but it did not end the way I wanted it to, so I cannot allow my heart to be misled again. Not even by the father of my kids.

After I finished with the necessary planning on how to execute my plan, I got up and prepared lunch. It was almost noon. I heard the doorbell ring.

“Good afternoon Ms. Kamille.” Nanny Dona greeted me wearing her usual smile.

“Good afternoon Nanny Dona.” I greeted in response as I made way for her to step inside. “I was just about to go change and pick up the kids, you can make yourself feel comfortable.” I added returning her a smile.

“Okay Ms. Kamille. I will just see to that everything else is set and ready for their return. I mouthed a thank.

I went back up to my room, picking up a purse and my phone, I quickly put on some light clothes and a little makeup.

When I arrived the school, I saw other parents taking their kids home, I navigated my way to my kid’s classroom. On sighting me they all ran towards me in excitement.

“Good afternoon Mrs. Reid?” I heard Mr. Chris say as he approached where I stood with my kids.

Does this man not ask questions before spewing taboos from his mouth?

“Kamille. MISS. Kamille.” I emphasized.

“Oh, I’m sorry Ms. Kamille. I just thought you were married.” He replied.

“I’m not married, Mr Chris.” I replied and turned to my kids. “Let’s go my darlings. Mummy cannot wait to hear how your day went.” They giggled and we walked out of the class. I felt Chris’s stare as we walked out the door.

What is wrong with him?

I had ordered an Uber already. So we were in no rush as we waited for the Uber driver calmly. I made a mental note to check if the car I’m trying to get is ready. I cannot afford to be discovered by anyone who knows me.

“Uhh, excuse me Miss Kamille?” I turned to see Mr. Chris standing behind me.

“Yes?” I replied.

“Uhm, I want to apologize over the assumption I made and blurted out earlier. I just felt that you were already taken.” He said sincerely.

“Apology accepted. It is no big deal.” I replied.

“Thank you.” He smiled. “Are you waiting for the children’s dad or for an Uber ?” He asked.

“The children’s dad is quite busy, so I ordered an Uber, it is two minutes away now.” I responded.

“Okay. How about I give you guys a ride home?” Mr. Chris asked.

I looked at him with a smile and politely rejected his offer, “We are fine really Mr. Chris. You do not have to stress yourself.” I answered again but he persisted.

“We are really fine, you don’t have to worry about.” I replied again. Just then the Uber arrived.

“We will leave first Mr. Chris.” I smiled at him as I stood up.

The children and I filed into the Uber leaving behind Mr. Chris whose gaze seemed to linger till the car zoomed off.

As we arrived home, for some reason, I felt uneasy as though we were being watched. In that instant, I turned to survey the quiet street, but I couldn’t find anyone.

“Mummy, are you not coming in?” I heard Roen call out. I looked around again to be sure, but still saw no one. “I’m coming love.” I responded and walked into the house.

I spent a couple of minutes at the dinning table listening to tales of how my kids spent their first day in school. Nanny Dona was busy arranging their backpacks and sorting their school clothes. Once we were done with lunch, I moved back into my study and left the kids to Nanny Dona.

Assembling the last piece of evidence I had on Liz, I rang Amanda up. “Hello Amy.” I said into the phone.

“Hey Kam. How are you?” She responded.

“You know, just living.” I chuckled.

“Living is a good deal, you know.” She laughed lightly. “How about my godchildren?” She asked.

“They’re doing great Amy and will hopefully see you soon.” I replied much to Amanda’s delight.

“Uhh, so were you able to find a journalist or blogger who would help us?” I asked with a more serious expression.

“Yeah. He has promised to be very discreet about it. He is a blogger and has a track record for always standing for the truth.” Amanda replied.

“That’s better. Thank you so much Amy.” I said.

“Anything for you my love.” Amanda replied. I giggled.

“Alright then, I’ll hang up now.” I spoke again.

“Bye love. Blow me kisses on my godchildren will you?” She asked.

I remembered her line, “Because you asked nicely, I will.” We laughed and the line went dead.

A tingle of excitement stirred in my heart.