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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 5

Third POV

Adrian nodded. “You shouldn't worry about that, you're fine now. The chemical sprayed on you by your sister as reported to me is very dangerous with an eighty-nine percent chance of not making it. I spent nearly thirteen years studying chemicals like this.”

“Don't tell me you flew in from whichever country you were to save me?”

Adrian was a bit confused but he managed to reply to her. “Yes. I did. You know you're such a lovable personality known worldwide. Even when some of you don't love you, there are people who do.” His last statement stuck in her mind, refusing to go away.

“--There are people who do–” She repeated in her mind. “Could he be one of them? Come on, I don't even know him and I'm so impressed by his aura.”

“What's going on?” She thought to herself.

Meanwhile, Adrian was still speaking words of encouragement to her. Upon sensing that she was lost in thought, he tapped her on the shoulder.

“Alright, have some rest. You will be discharged soon. I've got to attend to other duties!” He said and left the room before Estella could even say a word.

Even after he left, she couldn't stop thinking about him and how charming his impression was. “Damn! I need to know who this man is!”

Soon, she fell asleep again.

This time when she woke up, she met a different face. She saw her colleague, the head consultant of the emergency ward standing at the edge of her bedside with three nurses and one pharmacist.

He took a glance at the bed and saw that the patient had gained consciousness, then he rushed to her side, feeling her pulse. “How are you doing, doctor?” Even when she was now his patient, he couldn't stop himself from calling her doctor.

It was as though the voice of the middle-aged doctor brought her back to reality. Her right hand instantly went to her belly. “My babies?” Estella’s voice came out hoarse and her eyes were filled with tears once more.

“Oh!” She sighed as she remembered Adrian's assurance.

“The gynecologist checked you a few minutes ago and she confirmed all four of your babies to be doing fine,” he told her. She breathed deep with relief.

“How about the doctor who treated me?” This was her next concern.

“He's attending to other duties now.”

She kept quiet, pretending that everything was fine but deep within her, her thoughts were on Adrian.

“When will I be discharged or I'm not really fine yet?”

“You're faring well but we still need to keep you here for observations.” The doctor replied to her.

Estella shut her eyes for a while, crying even harder. She had no idea if she could term it tears of joy. She knew her life was a mess right now but she was grateful that her babies were still with her and at least she got one person who flew many miles to save her life even when she didn't know him.

“I really don’t know what this is but I think it’s a miracle because that was a deadly chemical. We've recorded so many death cases from it but you are so lucky to survive it.”

“Thanks to Dr Adrian, he's an expert in this field and he left everything over there to fly in with his one private jet.”

“Huh?” She stuck her head forward with a look of surprise.

A doctor with a private jet?

“I know you must be shocked to hear he has a private jet but he's more than just any ordinary doctor. Right now, I can't say much about him apart from the fact that he owns this prestigious hospital we are working at but just decided to go into the medical field himself being his childhood passion.”

The doctor's words got Estella even more surprised. “You mean my boss came all the way to treat me? Does he know me before now?”

“Estella,” The doctor addressed her for the first time. “I'm sad how you have such a low opinion of yourself. Despite what you see yourself as, you're still the princess.”

Estella nodded, grateful for this piece of encouragement.

“Where’s Cameron?” She asked after her husband, wanting to confirm if he even called to ask how she's doing.

“Your husband?”

“Yes.”

“We haven't heard from him. We even tried contacting him but his line was unavailable.”

“Could it be that he has changed his number?” Estella thought to herself.

“So who brought me here?” She asked.

“They claimed to be Cameron's staff, his servants who said they witnessed when you called for help.”

As if a spell was cast from her head, Estella remembered everything as it happened. She began to sob. The doctor and the nurses gathered to console her.

“I don’t know what exactly you are going through personally but please doctor, I would like for you to be strong and stop crying. If you are not going to be strong for yourself, then please do it for the sake of your babies.”

“I know I said the babies are fine but again I want you to know that the general wellness of your body plays a huge role in the health of your babies.”

“Thanks so much doctor,” Estella said and reached out to her phone. She was still anxious to know if Cameron is really treating her like this.

No calls?

She kept a disappointed face upon seeing none. She took a hard breath, something struck her at this moment. “Could the news of my break up be online?” She asked herself then decided to go online.

The first news she saw struck her.

Wealthiest capitalist, Cameron and royal princess, Riana, comes to public attention after their two year secret marriage.

Royal family hands in their blessings!

Estella dropped to the bed again, closing her eyes. The phone slipped away from her hand, falling to the floor. The doctor and the nurses rushed towards her, panicked. The medical attendant went straight to her phone to check the last thing she saw.

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