"Sign them. Now!" He threw the papers across the bed and they fluttered in front of me, taunting me with words boldly spelled on them. 
Divorce. 
My blood had fizzled out. I refused to believe this was happening. I had never filled myself with delusions of Ezekiel ever loving me, but I had truly believed we could both tolerate our obligations to each other. 
Perhaps I was just blinded by love. 
"You're breaking this marriage because of Ellen? Because of my sister?" 

**** 
As though the death of her grandmother and a painful divorce weren't enough torture for one day, Camille Manor stands frozen in the face of a family annulment.
Letting go of her past life, she leaves for the States where she aims to start life afresh and raise her children not even the father knew about. Things change when she receives a shocking letter that changes everything. 
Now, after four years of staying away, Camille must return to London to face the lurking shadows of her past. But with her ex-husband back in her life, will her plans for revenge go smoothly? 
In the midst of exposing buried family secrets, she struggles to tame the feelings she still has for Zeke despite his betrayal while hiding his paternity over her children. Meanwhile, she takes down the Manor's one by one in a bid to reclaim the honor that was once hers.

Barren Heiress Returns With Quadruplet

　　"Good evening, Miss Manor," one of the men greeted me with a nod of recognition.


　　"Evening," I replied coolly, trying to keep my composure despite the rising tension. "I need to speak with Mr. Reid. It's urgent."


　　"I'm sorry, Miss Manor," another security personnel interjected, his tone firm. "Mr. Reid is not receiving any visitors tonight."


　　I clenched my jaw, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. "Listen, this is important. I need to see him now."


　　The security men exchanged a glance, unmoved by my plea. "I'm afraid we can't help you, Miss Manor. You'll have to leave."


　　"But he knows I'll be coming to see him here. I come here all the time." I lied.


　　"I'm sorry Miss Manor. We cannot help you unless you have booked a prior appointment with him." The familiar man said.


　　Frustration boiled inside me as the guards remained steadfast in their refusal to grant me access. "I don't fucking need an appointment," I insisted, my voice rising with each word.


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