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Gone With My Quadruplets: Billionaire Ex-Husband Wants Me Back Novel Cover

Gone With My Quadruplets: Billionaire Ex-Husband Wants Me Back

“Congratulations.” “Mrs. Miles, you're pregnant with quadruplets, two boys and two girls. The doctor announces it to Estella. It’s quite uneasy for Estella to believe that such a beautiful thing could happen to her after all the sufferings and emotional turmoil she's been through. It’s been five years since she became the wife of a famous billionaire Capitalist. With this good news, she returns to her husband in a haste to spread it. She believes it would be the most beautiful birthday present she could give him as it’s his birthday. Cameron shocks her however. He gets the parcel containing the pregnancy result, the supposed surprise by his wife and shreds it to pieces. He hands her a divorce letter and then takes in her twin sister to be his wife. A fight ensues between both sisters and Estella ends in the hospital where she works unconscious. Waking up she finds a hot, sexy man treating her. He saved her life, he is a doctor, and at the same time, happens to be her boss, the billionaire owner of the hospital. She falls for him. Her ex-husband gets shocked not long after when he realizes that Riana isn't who he thought she was. She has scammed him. Not only did she break the news of Estella’s pregnancy to him before leaving his life, only then did he realize he had made a great mistake. “I must find her.” When he eventually finds her, will Estella give him a second chance or will she stick to the billionaire, sexy doctor and boss who's now getting hormonal sparks?
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Chapter 3

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She even wondered if she had told him outright that she's with quadruplets, he might not have handed her the divorce letter. She blamed herself for putting in the suspense.

Upon pulling up at the gate of their luxury estate, Estella’s heart dropped like she was going to have a heart attack. She got out of the car slowly, her eyes looking at the magnificent mansion she has called a marital home for four years.

“Could this be the last time I'm seeing this?” She whispered to herself.

She walked slowly inside the ground floor and entered the elevator, going straight to the third floor where her apartment with Cameron was. For months now, they stopped sharing a room but their rooms were on the same floor.

She saw the servants busy packing in some luggages, she traced the place they packed it into and it was Cameron's apartment.

“What's going on here?” She barked, announcing her presence. Everyone paused, staring at her with shock, some were confused.

“What's going on here?” She repeated, then she snapped her fingers at the head servant, gesturing to him to come to her. “Charles, tell me what's going on here?”

“Ma’am,” he bowed. “We all awoke seeing luggages lined by the corridor, our master called us and instructed us to take them inside his apartment. Then you arrived, supposedly from work urging us to get them in.”

“Hmm–” Estella clapped her hands, smirking. Everything seemed all like a joke. She was about to say something else when one of the doors of the room opened, her very room and a young woman identical with her in everything stepped out.

“What's going on, why are you obstructing them?”

“Riana?”

It was at this point it became clear to everyone that the one whom Cameron was talking of wasn't his main wife they knew but his wife's sister. The servants all gasped, they were even happy that their boss was beginning to treat his wife better by asking her to pack into his apartment.

It was most disappointing to Estella. The reality she had run away from was chasing right after her and had caught her now. Her jaw dropped as she stared at her twin sister.

“You heard him right? I'm pretty sure you wouldn't be stubborn again this time around. Take your things and leave!” Riana commanded her.

Estella froze, she couldn't imagine her younger sister was actually giving her commands in the house of a man she officially married.

Estella blinked her eyes in a bid to clear her vision, in case she was hallucinating. She shut her eyes again and opened them but the scene was real.

“May I ask if you've gotten insane? Where did you take this audacity from?” Estella lashed out at Riana, pushing her. She stumbled and almost fell. She wanted to advance further towards Riana but the servants grabbed her.

“I pretty much see you being so pathetic here,” Riana shot her saliva right across Estella’s face. “A stinking, desperate bitch. Clinging to a man who doesn't love you and trying to prevent him from being with the love of his life.”

This was the greatest insult Estella has ever received. She wanted to pounce on her sister and beat her mercilessly but the servants’ grip was very strong. She even got to wonder who they were standing for right now.

“I can’t bear to be the wife of one of the richest capitalists in the world. The most eligible bachelor, the man of my dreams. I was blind not to see his worth many years ago but now I can see.” Riana stated all these in style to hurt Estella the more, she saw the bloodshot eyes she was staring at her with but knew she could do nothing to her as long as the servants were holding her.

“I'm really grateful to my prince charming for agreeing to kick you out of his life.”

“Keep being a slut, playing with men's cock and massaging their private organs, trying to get them fertile when you yourself isn't one. I wish the hospital knew this, they would kick you out too and you will have the best miserable life which suits you,” she chuckled.

Estella dropped her head, shaking it, fighting the tears that were coming out of her eyes by shutting it tight. Hearing her blood sister wish her this hurt her to the bones. Without her work she wouldn't be able to feed when both her family and Cameron ignored her.

Starting from being an urologist, it wasn't her dream but her family's decision. She wished to study Engineering in college but the royal family needed their first daughter to become a medical doctor. The only spot that was left in the medical school was urology, her family couldn't manipulate her way into another medical department.

Medical school was void of all those. Even if they had their way, she's pretty sure they wouldn't be concerned as to make her happy. They wanted her as a medical doctor and which medical course she studied didn't matter.

“You know Estella, you don't even have the right to talk to me?” Riana walked up more boldly towards Estella, here the servants released her.

“This is my second pregnancy for Cameron. I couldn't bring my first son here because of the paparazzi, take a good look at him.” She pulled out her phone and played a video of a baby who looked so much like her playing in the nursery.

Estella pulled her mouth wide open. “So you're pregnant with another baby for him?” She stammered and Riana nodded with pride.

“Gosh!”

Riana stuck her phone closer to her face. She assessed all features of the video to check out if it's AI generated but to her widest shock, the video is real.

Cameron's statement came up live in her head. “We've been dating for two years now–”

“So this is true?”

“Oh, all these while you thought I was joking with you? How foolish you are?” Riana blinked her eyes in disgust and bent to pick one of the luggages.

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