Zeke's POV

I woke up to an unusual warmth and softness. Kamille was nestled in my arms, her sleeping face peaceful. My gaze drifted over her delicate features and smooth skin, and I couldn't help but smile, remembering the night before. The memory of our intense passion brought a smile to my face. I'd tried to control myself, but the moment I realized she desired me as much as I desired her, all restraint vanished. Now, all I wanted was to relive it.

I grabbed my phone and texted Mr. Rogers; we needed new clothes. My eyes fell on the clothing strewn across the floor.

Kamille stirred, slowly opening her eyes and meeting my gaze. "How long have you been awake?" she murmured sleepily.

"Not long," I replied, smiling.

She returned my smile, then sighed. "I have to meet the kids," she said, starting to sit up.

"I'll escort you," I said, a mischievous glint in my eye.

"Okay," she agreed, unaware of my intentions.

As she rose, I followed. She turned to see my grin. "Zeke," she blushed, "I'm still sore from last night."

"I just want to make sure you're okay in the bathroom," I said teasingly, my voice low.

She rolled her eyes, laughing. "Go away," she said playfully.

But I followed her, and despite her protests, we ended up making love again in the shower.

Stepping out, our clothes were already laid out on the bed. We dressed and headed to the private car park. We arrived at the penthouse just as Nanny Dona was setting breakfast for the children.

The children rushed to us, their joyous voices filling the room. They hugged us tightly, their laughter infectious. "Daddy! Mummy!" they chorused.

I noticed Reon's constant smile and the excited expressions of Royer, Torin, and Tyris. It warmed my heart.

Nanny Dona looked at us. "Seeing you two here so early, I presume you haven't had breakfast?"

Kamille and I nodded. "No, we haven't," I confirmed.

The breakfast table was beautifully set: fresh fruit, pancakes, scrambled eggs, bacon, orange juice, and coffee. Kamille and I sat with the children, enjoying the meal.

Watching them, I felt a deep sense of contentment. I smiled softly at Kamille, and she smiled back.

After breakfast, we took the children to school. Seeing their excitement, I knew we were doing the right thing. After dropping them off, I drove Kamille home.

"Thank you so much, Zeke," she said as we entered her house.

"You're welcome," I replied, smiling brightly. "Nanny Dona will bring the children's things back soon."

"Alright," she smiled. We shared a lingering kiss before I left for my office.

I felt incredibly fulfilled. A contented smile touched my lips as we arrived at my office building.

As I entered, I noticed the staff whispering. Normally this would warrant punishment, but as they were unknowingly furthering my goals, I overlooked their gossip. The more people knew of Kamille's return, the more powerful she would become.

Rogers hurried to my side, and we took the private elevator to my office. "So, what's the status?" I asked, settling at my desk.

Rogers gave a positive report. "Everything is running smoothly, sir."

"Good," I said, leaning back. "And the lawyer?"

Rogers' expression grew serious. "We've confirmed the lawyer is with Ellen and her father. We can't reach them; they have guards everywhere."

My eyes darkened. "I don't like the sound of that," I muttered, clenching my fists.

Rogers nodded. "It's concerning. We need caution."

I stood and went to the window, looking out at the city. The usual calming effect was absent. "We need to turn this to our advantage," I said, more to myself than to Rogers.

He stepped closer. "What's the plan, sir?"

"First, we need to closely monitor Ellen and her father. Every move. Second, we need to ensure Kamille and the kids are safe. They shouldn't know anything until we're ready to act."

Rogers nodded, taking notes. "I'll get our best men on it."

"Good," I said. "And Rogers?"

"Yes, sir?"

"Keep this between us. No one else until we know what we're dealing with."

"Understood, sir," Rogers nodded. "Surveillance is increased. We'll know their every move."

"Good," I said. "Keep me updated."

I tried to focus on work, but my mind kept returning to Kamille and the children. Ellen and her father were dangerous, and I had to protect my family. I sensed a storm brewing, though I couldn't define it.