SiriusM
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I'M A ONCE IN A LIFETIME KIND OF WOMAN
Romance The prestigious Yang Family of the capital, renowned for their immense wealth and influence, is also infamous for their scant number of family members. For six generations, the Yang family has been blessed with only a single child per generation, making Kendrick Yang the sole successor of this powerful lineage.
"Kendrick, since you've divorced Amelia, it's high time you find someone to bear an heir; otherwise, our family legacy will end with you!" Old Madam Yang, Kendrick's Grandmother, declared, her voice laced with desperation.
"I know what I'm doing," Kendrick replied curtly, his expression an impenetrable mask.
"Stop nagging Kendrick! Amelia will always be my only granddaughter-in-law," Old Master Yang insisted with unwavering authority, his eyes glinting with resolve.
Kendrick's heart ached at the mention of Amelia. Despite their substantial age difference, he had fallen deeply in love with her at first sight. Their marriage had faced numerous obstacles, including fertility issues and fierce resistance from Kendrick's parents. These challenges eventually led to their painful divorce, leaving both of them heartbroken. Amelia, unaware that she was pregnant with quintuplets, left the country and returned to her family, reclaiming her identity as Amara Ulberti.
Nearby, Amelia overheard the conversation, her heart clenching at the mention of her name. Old Master Yang's fierce loyalty touched her deeply. Almost instantly, a bittersweet smile tugged at her lips. She thought, 'Who said Kendrick doesn't have any successors? He has five of them with me; but it's for me to know and for him to find out.' With a determined stride, she walked straight to the banquet hall.
Just as Amelia vanished into the crowd, four striking, confident figures appeared before Kendrick and his grandparents.
"If we are not his heirs, then what are we?" Aristide, the oldest, asked, with defiant tilt of his chin as he spoke.
"Who said my father needed another woman?" Bérenger chimed in, his eyes burning with intensity, his small fists clenched tightly.
"If he dares to replace Mom, I'll beat him to a pulp!" Chevalier declared, his small frame exuding fierce protectiveness.
"If he dares to find another woman, big brother, just bankrupt his company!" Diedonné suggested, his voice dripping with a cold, calculating tone.
Kendrick "...."
Kendrick stood there, stunned, his mind struggling to process the presence of the four miniature versions of himself, with his mouth agape.
Old Madam Yang's eyes widened in shock. "!!!!"
Old Master Yang's jaw dropped. "????"
"A, B, C, D! How could you leave me behind?" E, panting and out of breath, complained. But when she saw Kendrick, her eyes lit up with joy.
"Daddy! We finally found you!" E, the youngest and only girl among the quintuplets, exclaimed and ran towards Kendrick. She leapt into his arms, wrapping her small arms around his neck. Kendrick, startled, instinctively held her tight, afraid she might fall.
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