Zeke's POV

After Ellen left, I wasted no time. I grabbed my phone and called the special operations team. "Stop the cab Kamille is in," I ordered sharply.

"We see Ellen's car as well. What about her?" the leader asked.

"Let her pass. Focus on Kamille," I instructed, urgency coursing through me.

I hurried to the nearest car and jumped in. The tension mounted as I drove. I knew Kamille would resist, but I had no choice. She needed to know the truth.

When I arrived at the gate, my men had stopped the cab. Kamille was inside, her expression a mix of anger and fear. The driver looked confused, his hands raised in surrender.

"What the hell is this, Zeke?" Kamille shouted.

"I need to talk to you," I said calmly. "Get in my car."

"I don't care about you and Ellen," she yelled. "I just want to see my kids!"

I took a deep breath. This was going to be difficult. "Please, Kamille. Just get in the car. I'll explain everything."

She hesitated, her eyes darting around. Finally, she sighed and climbed into my car. I nodded to my men, signaling them to release the driver.

I drove toward her penthouse. Kamille stared out the window, arms crossed. I glanced at her, searching for the right words.

"I don't have anything to do with Ellen; she came here herself and is trying to get back with…"

"I really don't give a damn about your drama with Ellen, Zeke. I just want my babies back," Kamille interrupted, tears welling in her eyes.

"I know, and I'm doing everything I can to find them," I replied, my voice cracking. "I promise you, Kamille, I won't rest until they're home, safe."

We pulled into the driveway; Amanda's car was parked outside. Belle must have called her. Kamille didn't wait for me to stop; she jumped out and ran toward the house. I followed, my heart aching.

As we approached, the cab driver ran up. "Ma'am, wait!" he called, holding out a piece of paper.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, confused.

"I just wanted to give you this," he said, offering the paper.

Kamille took the note and quickly pocketed it. I shot the driver a look, and he backed off, raising his hands. I nodded to my security, silently instructing them to watch him.

"What was that about?" I asked gently.

"It's nothing you should worry about," she replied curtly, avoiding my gaze.

I wanted to press her, but now wasn't the time. We entered the house, and Belle and Amanda rushed to greet us.

"Kamille!" Belle cried, hugging her. "Are you okay?"

Kamille nodded, but her eyes were still filled with pain. "I just want my babies back," she whispered.

"We'll find them," Amanda said firmly, meeting my gaze. "Zeke, what's the plan?"

"I've called in every favor," I replied. "We have to be patient, but I promise we'll get them back."

Kamille sank onto the couch, trembling with exhaustion and fear. I sat beside her, feeling the weight of the situation.

Amanda and Belle stayed with Kamille, offering comfort. I stepped outside to clear my head.

The sun was setting, casting a golden glow—a cruel contrast to the turmoil inside.

I heard a powerful motorcycle and saw Zane dismounting. "Brother,"

"Where did you go?" I asked.

"Had to give Fletcher some documents after verifying Kamille went to your mansion," he replied.

I was less concerned with that. I was trying to figure out where Ellen and her father could be keeping my kids. The report indicated Ellen hadn't left the Manor mansion.

"How's everything on your end?" Zane asked.

"Kamille is inside," I replied. "Belle and Amanda are with her."

Zane nodded. My phone rang.

"Hello, Sir," I answered.

"We've traced the ambulance to an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of Luxstorg. You know what to do," my father said urgently.

"Yes, Sir," I replied. He ended the call, and I stood up.

"What's that?" Zane asked.

"We have a lead. Tighten security here; you're coming with me," I said.

"Alright, brother, but don't you think she should be at her own place?" Zane suggested.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because, although she didn't say it, I sense her restlessness. Being home might calm her," he replied.

"I'll ask her. But wherever she stays, I want tight security," I instructed, walking back inside.

Kamille was standing by the window, staring into the distance. She turned, and I saw the pain in her eyes.

"Where's Amanda and Belle?" I asked.

"They're preparing food," she whispered.

"Would you rather stay here or go home?" I asked.

Her eyes brightened. "I'd like to go home. It would make me feel closer to my children," she replied, tears streaming down her face.

My heart ached. I vowed to get our children back.

I wiped the tears from her face. "After you eat, go with Belle and Amanda back to your apartment. I'll handle this."

"Where are you going?" she asked.

"My father traced the ambulance to a warehouse. I need to check it out," I replied gently but firmly.

"I'm coming with you," Kamille pleaded. "I can't just sit here while my children are in danger."

I shook my head. "No, it's too dangerous. You need to stay safe. Trust me."

"Zeke, please," she pleaded, gripping my arm. "I can't do nothing."

"Kamille, I promise I'll find them. But you need to stay safe. Trust me," I said, gazing into her tear-streaked face.

"Okay. But please, be careful," she said reluctantly.

"I will," I promised.

"Thank you, Zeke," she said, returning her gaze to the window.

I wanted to clarify about Ellen, but decided against it. She was already stressed enough.

"Be safe," I said, heading outside.