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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 4

Third POV

“I feel so bad even giving you my previous time to explain things,” she sighed.

“Shut up. You bitch!!!”

“Cry of a desolate bitch. Nothing much!” Riana lashed out, walking into the apartment, then came out to pick some more things.

“Get these things in, stop looking at us like zombies!” She lashed out at the servants who scurried into the apartment with the remaining luggages. She dismissed them thereafter, in as much as they would want to stay and see the end of the feud between these two sisters, they couldn't.

Estella closed the gap with Riana, speaking directly to her face. “I'm sorry if you see me as infertile but let me shock you, I have four babies inside my womb for Cameron.”

Riana’s jaw dropped, she began moving backward while Estella advanced towards her. “It doesn't matter who first gave birth, your baby isn't a legitimate son. He never married you but me and I'll make sure I expose this secret baby to the world–”

Her speech was cut short by Riana who pulled out a chemical spray from her handbag and sprayed all over Estella’s face, running away to a safe distance.

“Now you can die with your report! I came here, fully prepared for you.” She turned around and walked away.

Few seconds upon inhaling the chemical, Estella felt her breath seizing. The next moment she fell to the ground with a loud sound and a loud cry.

“Helppppppp!” This was the only thing she could say before she passed out.

The servants heard from where they were hiding after they had pretended to go away, they came rushing out. Seeing Estella on the ground, motionless, they froze in horror.

“Call the ambulance!” They shouted to one another.

“Should we inform our boss?” They questioned among themselves, quite confused. Riana was there in her room, listening to all their panics, she laughed to herself knowing nothing can save Estella. She sprayed a very deadly chemical that would kill both her and her babies in a few hours.

“She thinks she can kill my joy!” She smirked. “I've taken care to hide my son from the public and she wants to expose Cameron and I?”

“No! It would never happen.” Her face turned bold and sinister. She went to bed, relaxing for a bit while thinking about what just happened.

She was rushed to the emergency ward of the hospital she worked at which is the closest best to the estate. Without any delay, she was placed on oxygen and treatment began.

It seemed like a dream when Estella finally opened her eyes and breathed herself without oxygen. It was two days later. To her, it seemed like she was in a dreamworld. She rose up to a strange room, painted white and giving a hospital aura. Though a doctor, she felt strange.

She readily identified this as the Intensive Care Unit.

“What am I doing here?” She asked the same time the doctor walked in. She blinked her eyes several times as she stared at the doctor. He was new at the hospital, so far the most charming man she has ever seen. She felt he didn't belong here, he looked like an angel sent from above. Seven feet tall, slim and muscular, his hair was dark and spiky. With his white doctor's coat on, he looked even more gorgeous. His head wasn't yet raised up as he was focused on his iPad but even without seeing his face clearly, his beauty was obvious.

When he finally raised his face, Estella swallowed saliva. The moment his blue gorgeous eyes met with hers, Estella felt something inside her sprang up. It must be her feelings. She stiffened up as the doctor walked towards her on the bed.

“Oh! You're awake?” His voice was deep, touching every veins in her body. She got stuck staring at him, her lips pulled wide apart to respond to his question but no words escaped her lips.

“I'm Mark Adrian. You can call me Dr Adrian.” He said further.

“Humm!” Estella managed to nod her head, falling gently to the bed in a bit to keep a little space between her and Adrian as he said his name is. He came in to check up on her. She would have loved to have close contact with him but his beauty and charms prevented her.

Adrian observed her, he gave a light grin. He pulled over his stethoscope to record her heart beat but the moment his hand fell on her chest, she shrieked.

“What's wrong?” He asked, trying to pretend as if he didn't know what she was doing. Estella shook her head. He recorded it and gave a nod.

“You're getting better.”

“Oh, doctor!” She muttered in shock. She immediately remembered carrying four babies, and she rubbed her belly repeatedly.

“Are my babies alright?”

“Yes, I'm pretty sure they are alright so far as you're alright,” he answered her. “You will confirm with your gynecologist later, that's not my job anyway. I'm just an emergency specialist.”

“This is your department?” She stammered, asking with so much concern on her face.

“Yes?”

Adrian wondered why she got so anxious. “You're a permanent doctor? I'm working here as well as an urologist and I've never set my eyes on you till now?” She was slowly opening up, taking this as the chance to know more about this rare beauty of a man.

“Well, I'll not say so.”

Her heart dropped, she held her chest and coughed a little.

“What's wrong?” Adrian panicked at the sudden reaction.

“I live overseas but got called in to handle your case since I did both my first and masters degree in clinical chemistry and my housemanship as an emergency specialist.”

When Adrian mentioned this, her heart flew somewhere. “Someone called you?” She was wondering if it was Adrian, then she would believe that there was hope.

“No, the hospital.”

Estella swallowed the lump in her throat. “So none of my relatives, even the royal family came?”

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