Chapter 1: The Centennial Crash

The crystal chandeliers of the Grand Hotel ballroom glittered like diamonds, reflecting the tension in the room. This was the night of the GS Group’s Centennial Celebration, an event that marked a hundred years of dominance in the business world. At the center of it all stood Edgar Wolf.

Edgar was a man carved from ice and marble. At thirty-two, he was the richest man in the city, possessing a sharp jawline that could cut glass and a demeanor that froze competitors in their tracks. He was about to sign the Central Island Project deal, a contract worth billions. Beside him stood Isabella Zhang, his fiancée by arrangement—a woman whose vanity was only matched by her ambition.

“This is impeccable,” Isabella cooed, clinging to his arm. “Tonight, we own the city.”

Edgar nodded, his expression unreadable. He didn’t love her. He didn’t love anyone. Love was a liability in his world.

Suddenly, a commotion erupted near the velvet ropes. A small blur of motion darted past security.

“Daddy!”

The high-pitched voice sliced through the murmurs of the elite crowd. Edgar looked down to feel a small tug on his expensive Italian trousers.

A boy, no older than five, looked up at him with wide, intelligent eyes. The child was wearing a slightly worn t-shirt, but his face… it was undeniable. It was like looking into a time machine. The boy had Edgar’s eyes, his nose, even the stubborn set of his chin.

The room went silent. Cameras flashed blindly.

“Kid, what did you call me?” Edgar asked, his voice low.

“Daddy!” the boy chirped. “You haven’t paid child support in four years! Mommy and I are starving. We’re going to lose our house!”

Isabella gasped. “Edgar! Who is this brat?”

“I don’t have a son,” Edgar said coldly, trying to pry the child’s fingers loose. “Where are your parents?”

“You’re my daddy!” the boy insisted. “I saw you on TV. My mommy says you’re rich, so now we won’t be hungry anymore!”

Before Edgar could react, a woman burst through the crowd. Her hair was messy, her face pale with panic, but her beauty was striking despite her simple, worn-out clothes. This was Olivia.

“Ben! Let go!” Olivia screamed, grabbing the boy. “I am so sorry, Mr. Wolf. My son… he has an active imagination. He’s confused.”

Edgar froze. He recognized her. Five years ago. A chaotic night at a hotel. A misunderstanding. He had searched for her for months, but she had vanished into thin air.

“You,” Edgar whispered. “It’s you.”

“Run!” Olivia whispered to the boy.

“Stop them!” Edgar commanded his security team. “That child… he looks exactly like me.”

Chapter 2: The Billion-Dollar Ultimatum

The interrogation room at GS Headquarters was silent. Olivia sat on one side of the glass table, holding her son, Ben, tightly. Edgar sat opposite her, sliding a black bank card across the surface.

“There is one billion dollars in that account,” Edgar said, his voice void of emotion. “The password is on the back. You put him up for sale in front of the media, so I’m buying. I want full custody. You can leave.”

Olivia looked at the card, then at Edgar. Her eyes blazed with a fire he hadn’t expected.

“You think I did that for money?” she spat. “My son ran away because he thought his mother was dying of exhaustion. I didn’t send him to extort you.”

“Five years,” Edgar slammed his hand on the table. “You hid my son for five years! He deserves the best education, the best food, the best life. Look at him! He’s wearing rags. You are selfish.”

“I gave him love!” Olivia retorted. “Something you clearly know nothing about.”

She pushed the card back. “Keep your stinking money. If you try to take him, I will fight you with everything I have.”

Edgar narrowed his eyes. “You can’t fight me. I am the GS Group. But… if you want to be near him, I have a proposition. You work for me. You pay off the debt of ‘raising him poorly’ by working as a servant in my home. If you refuse, my lawyers will ensure you never see him again.”

Olivia felt a cold pit in her stomach. She had no choice. But Edgar didn’t know the full truth. Ben wasn’t the only one.

Back in her tiny, cramped apartment on the outskirts of the city, five other pairs of eyes were waiting for her.

One, Two, Three, Four, Five… and Ben made Six.

Olivia had given birth to sextuplets. Six identical boys. It was a medical miracle, and a financial disaster. She had hidden them away, terrified that a man as ruthless as Edgar Wolf would treat them like laboratory experiments or heirs to be pitted against each other.

“Mommy,” the second eldest, Jerry, whispered when she returned home that night. “Did the bad man see us?”

“He saw Ben,” Olivia said, tears streaming down her face. “But he doesn’t know about the rest of you. We have to be careful. We have to be ghosts.”

Chapter 3: The Spy Who Scrubbed Floors

Edgar’s grandmother, Madame Gong, was not your average matriarch. At eighty years old, she controlled the shadow board of the GS Group. She was wise, cunning, and desperate for great-grandchildren.

When the news broke about an illegitimate son, Madame Gong didn’t sit in her mansion waiting for reports. She put on a grey wig, ragged clothes, and applied for a job as a cleaner at GS Group under the name “Granny Liu.”

She wanted to see this “mother” for herself.

Her first encounter with Olivia was in the breakroom. Olivia was eating a stale bun, saving the good lunch provided by the company to take home to her “child.”

“Young lady,” Madame Gong wheezed, leaning on her mop. “You look tired.”

Olivia smiled warmly, offering half her bun. “Here, Granny. You shouldn’t be working so hard at your age. Sit down. I’ll mop this section for you.”

Madame Gong was stunned. Most people looked right through her in this disguise. This girl… she was kind.

Later that week, Madame Gong followed Olivia home, intending to report her living conditions to Edgar. She watched Olivia enter a rundown apartment building. The door opened, and Madame Gong nearly had a heart attack.

“Mommy!” “Mommy!” “Mommy!”

It wasn’t one child. It was a stampede. Six identical faces. Six mini-Edgars.

Madame Gong gasped, clutching her chest. “My heavens… the ancestors have blessed us! It’s not an heir… it’s a dynasty!”

The children spotted her. “Who is that?” Ben asked.

Olivia panicked, pulling the children behind her. “Please… Granny, don’t tell him. Please. He’ll take them. He’ll separate them.”

Madame Gong looked at the fear in Olivia’s eyes, and then at the six beautiful, identical faces looking at her with curiosity. Her heart melted.

“Tell him?” Madame Gong scoffed, stepping inside. “My grandson is an idiot. He doesn’t deserve to know yet. I’m not reporting you, dear. I’m moving in. You need help.”

And so, the wealthiest woman in the country became the nanny for six secret children in a two-bedroom apartment.

Chapter 4: The Poison Soup and The Discovery

Things at the office were getting dangerous. Isabella Zhang sensed a threat. She didn’t know about the six kids, but she knew Olivia was the mother of the one child Edgar acknowledged.

One afternoon, Isabella arrived at Edgar’s office with a thermos of chicken soup.

“Edgar, darling,” she cooed, pouring a bowl. “You’ve been working so hard. Drink this.”

Hidden in the ventilation shaft above, two of the sextuplets, Jerry and Tom, were watching. They had snuck into the building to see their father. They saw Isabella slip a small packet of white powder into the soup.

“She’s poisoning Daddy!” Jerry whispered.

“We have to save him!” Tom replied.

Just as Edgar raised the spoon to his lips, the vent grate crashed open. Two boys dropped onto the Persian rug.

“Don’t drink it!” they screamed in unison.

Edgar dropped the spoon. He looked at the boys. Then he looked at the photo of Ben on his desk.

“Two of them?” Edgar stood up, his head spinning. “Why are there two of you here?”

“She put bad stuff in the soup!” Jerry pointed at Isabella.

Isabella turned pale. “They’re lying! These… these street rats!”

Edgar ignored her. He grabbed the bowl and sniffed it. A faint, acrid chemical smell. He looked at Isabella with a gaze that could freeze hell. “Get out. If I find out this was drugged, the Zhang family will be ruined by morning.”

Isabella fled. Edgar turned to the two boys. “Who are you?”

“I’m Jerry.” “I’m Tom.”

“And Ben?”

“He’s at home.”

“So…” Edgar rubbed his temples. “Triplets. She hid triplets from me.”

He felt a mixture of rage and awe. Three sons. He immediately ordered his security team. “Find Olivia. Bring her here. And bring the other child. I want my family under one roof. Now.”

Chapter 5: The Charity Gala Showdown

Olivia was cornered. Edgar thought he had discovered the truth—that there were triplets. He still didn’t know about the other three. He moved Olivia and the “three” boys into his mansion, while Olivia frantically tried to keep the other three hidden at the apartment with “Granny Liu.”

The tension culminated at the annual GS Charity Gala. Edgar demanded Olivia attend as his date, a move that enraged Isabella.

Isabella decided to end it. She hired actors to embarrass Olivia.

As Olivia entered the ballroom in a simple but elegant gown, Isabella took the microphone.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Isabella sneered. “Look who we have here. A gold digger who used her body to entrap our CEO. She claims to be a mother, but she leaves her children with filth. She even hired a beggar to pretend to be her relative!”

She pointed to the entrance, where “Granny Liu” was being dragged in by security.

“Let her go!” Olivia screamed, rushing forward.

“This old hag?” Isabella laughed, kicking the cleaning bucket Granny Liu was holding. “She’s just a dirty janitor. She and Olivia are trying to scam the Wolf family!”

The crowd laughed. Edgar stepped forward, his face dark. “Isabella, stop.”

“Why?” Isabella shouted. “I’m doing this for you! Look at them. They are trash!”

“Granny Liu” straightened her back. She reached up and pulled off the grey wig. She wiped the smudge of dirt from her cheek.

The room gasped.

“Grandmother?” Edgar whispered.

It was Madame Gong. The janitor was the most powerful woman in the room.

“You called me a dirty hag?” Madame Gong said, her voice echoing in the silent hall. She walked up to Isabella. “You kicked my bucket. You insulted the mother of my great-grandchildren.”

“Great-grandchildren?” Isabella stammered. “But… she’s a nobody!”

“She is the future mistress of this family!” Madame Gong declared. “And you, Isabella Zhang, are fired from my life. The engagement is over.”

Isabella collapsed in shock.

Edgar looked at his grandmother, then at Olivia. “You knew? You knew who she was?”

“She’s the only one who helped me,” Olivia said softly.

“And,” Madame Gong added, turning to Edgar, “You are a fool, grandson. You think you have triplets?”

She clapped her hands. “Boys, come out!”

From behind the curtain, they emerged. Ben. Jerry. Tom. Then Harry. Then Sam. Then Max.

The room went dead silent. Six identical boys, dressed in miniature tuxedos, lined up next to their father. The resemblance was terrifyingly perfect.

Edgar staggered back. “Six? Sextuplets?”

“Surprise,” Olivia whispered, looking down.

Chapter 6: Blood and Redemption

The revelation of the sextuplets broke the internet. But it also broke Edgar’s trust. He felt betrayed that Olivia had hidden half his children even after he welcomed her in.

“You spent a billion dollars on nightclubs!” Edgar accused her later that night, waving a bank statement his investigator had found. “I gave you that card for the kids, and the records show spending at clubs, bars, and luxury hotels!”

“I never spent a dime!” Olivia cried. “I lost that card the day you gave it to me!”

“Lies!” Edgar stormed out. He initiated custody proceedings to take all six children and banish Olivia.

Brokenhearted, Olivia packed to leave. But danger was lurking. Isabella, ruined and humiliated, had teamed up with a rival businessman. They hired mercenaries.

As Olivia was saying goodbye to the children in the park, a black van screeched to a halt. Men in masks jumped out.

“Grab the kids!”

“No!” Olivia threw herself over the children.

Edgar, who had been watching from his car nearby, saw the commotion. He didn’t think. He didn’t hesitate. He sprinted across the park.

“Get away from them!” Edgar roared, tackling one of the kidnappers.

A knife flashed in the sunlight. Edgar shielded Olivia and the boys with his body. Slash.

“Daddy!” the boys screamed.

Edgar fell, blood blossoming on his white shirt. The police sirens wailed in the distance—Grandma Gong had called them. The kidnappers fled, leaving the family huddled on the grass.

“Edgar,” Olivia wept, pressing her hands to his wound. “Why? You hate me.”

Edgar looked at the six terrified faces hovering over him. He reached up and touched Olivia’s cheek. “I don’t… hate you. I just… wanted to be a father.”

He lost consciousness.

Chapter 7: The Proposal

Edgar survived. The blade had missed his vital organs.

While he was recovering in the hospital, the police investigation revealed the truth about the credit card. Amelia, a thief who had found the lost card, had been the one spending millions at nightclubs and hotels. She was arrested, and Olivia’s name was cleared.

Edgar felt a shame he had never known. He had bullied, threatened, and insulted the woman who had single-handedly raised six of his children with nothing but love and grit.

A week later, Olivia was feeding the children in the hospital room.

“Olivia,” Edgar said, his voice raspy.

“You need to rest, Mr. Wolf,” she said formally.

“Edgar. Please.” He struggled to sit up. “I read the children’s diaries. They wrote about how you went hungry so they could eat. How you worked three jobs. I was blind.”

He pulled a document from his bedside table.

“This is a transfer deed. Half of my assets. Half the GS Group. It’s yours.”

Olivia’s eyes widened. “I don’t want your money, Edgar. I just want my kids.”

“You have them,” Edgar said. “But they need a father. And I… I find that I need you.”

He pulled out a ring box. It wasn’t a massive diamond like the one he gave Isabella. It was a custom ring, featuring six small gemstones surrounding a larger one.

“I can’t promise I’ll be perfect,” Edgar said, looking vulnerable for the first time in his life. “I’m cold. I’m difficult. But for you, and for them, I will learn to be warm. Will you give me a chance? Will you marry me?”

The six boys held their breath.

“Say yes, Mommy!” Ben shouted. “Say yes!” the chorus of clones chanted.

Olivia looked at the man who had taken a knife for them. She saw the fear in his eyes—not fear of losing money, but fear of losing her.

“Yes,” she whispered.

Edgar smiled—a genuine, warm smile that transformed his face. The boys cheered and piled onto the hospital bed, hugging their parents.

Outside the door, Grandma Gong wiped a tear from her eye, put her janitor’s mop back in the closet, and walked away whistling. Her work here was done. The Wolf dynasty was secure, and the cold CEO’s heart had finally thawed.

THE END