I Birthed Eleven Heirs And Ruined My Ex’s Family

I have a cheat code: a hyper-fertile body that only conceives multiples. For me, giving birth is as easy as drinking a glass of water. After being nagged by my parents to get married, I finally signed the papers with a seemingly decent, ordinary guy. But the moment we got married, my husband's family made it clear: I couldn't stop popping out babies until I gave them a male heir to inherit their family trust fund. Three years into the marriage, my husband begged for a divorce, and his entire family got down on their knees, pleading with me to stop getting pregnant. I looked at the dozen-plus sons running around outside, smiled sweetly, and shook my head. "But Ethan, honey, I love you so much! Didn't you want a son? Let's have another round!" Unable to handle my parents' constant nagging, I finally agreed to go on a blind date. The guy was the only son of a wealthy local middle-class family. I heard he had six or seven older sisters. The moment I heard that, I knew exactly what kind of family dynamic I was dealing with. But Ethan Sterling actually looked quite handsome, had a decent job, and was completely different from what I had imagined. He was attentive, gentle, and took care of me in every way. He claimed it was love at first sight. When I asked about his sisters, he smiled warmly. "We all have a great relationship, so you don't have to worry about that. They'll always have my back in the future." I propped my chin in my hand, thought about it for a long moment, and then smiled as I reached out my hand. "Sure, let's give it a try." He looked surprised for a few seconds. Perhaps he knew his own family situation was a red flag, so he quickly accepted my proposal. Before this, he confessed that he had been on the verge of marriage with his ex-girlfriend. However, they broke up due to "personality differences." I didn't mind at all and even praised him for being an honest man. He blushed and smiled, saying I really understood him. As if remembering something, he hesitated before speaking. "Just to ask beforehand... you’re not childfree, right? My family is pretty conservative, and we wouldn't be able to accept that." I shook my head. "No, actually, I really love kids." He let out a huge sigh of relief. He told me he was getting older, so having kids right after marriage was a must. I told him I understood. After dating for just two weeks and finding nothing that made me uncomfortable, I took the initiative and suggested marriage. He was visibly shocked by my proposal of a quick marriage. "Are you sure? We've only been dating for two weeks. Isn't this too fast?" I caught a glimpse of his Snapchat screen. Over the past few days, his parents had been incredibly anxious, begging him to lock things down with me. Whether it was my looks or my family background, they couldn't find a single flaw. I made it clear to him that I was at the right age and didn't want to waste any time. Plus, I had conditions. I told him straight out that I was down to marry, but I wanted double the standard prenup signing bonus. He went completely blank when he heard that. But he quickly agreed, even promising to buy a brand-new car fully registered under my name. See? He was so agreeable. Why should I hesitate? When I told my parents I was getting married, their jaws literally dropped. But Ethan's financial status was right there. Plus, with a double prenup payout and a free car, my parents were absolutely thrilled. Ethan was handsome, had a good job, and his parents were in perfect health. These conditions easily beat ninety-nine percent of men out there. Soon, under our arrangement, our parents met. All of his sisters were already married, so only Audrey and Beatrice showed up this time. The moment Eleanor, his mother, met me, she politely gifted me a heavy, expensive designer gold bracelet. I accepted it without a hint of hesitation. As soon as we sat down, Eleanor sat right next to me and began making passive-aggressive hints about my future pregnancy. "Chloe, I'm not trying to rush you, dear. But at your age, your body will bounce back fastest after giving birth! I'm only saying this for your own good. You need to take this seriously!" Hearing her say this, my mother smiled and chimed in. Since I had already accepted their expensive gift, I smiled along. "Don't worry, I'll keep that in mind." Hearing this, Eleanor was overjoyed. "Oh, wonderful! Just go for it! For every child you birth, I'll personally transfer $30,000 into your account as a bonus!" Wow. Rich people really speak with power. Everyone was highly satisfied with the dinner. My mom nudged me later. "Chloe, you are so lucky. This family seems so warm, and his sisters are so easygoing. Now that you're marrying into this family, I can finally rest easy!" I just smiled and didn't say a word. From the moment they walked in, those sisters had barely dared to speak. It was only after I actively struck up conversations with them that their tensed faces relaxed a bit. With the date set, we were ready to get our marriage license. Right before we left, my phone buzzed with an anonymous text. [Chloe, this is Audrey, Ethan's sister. I heard you guys are signing the marriage papers today. I couldn't help but warn you. Our family is a viper's nest. Please think twice!] As I was pondering how to reply, another text popped up. [My mom is absolutely obsessed with having a male heir. You've seen our family of eight siblings. She made a vow that if you marry in, you won't be allowed to stop until you birth a boy...] I rested my chin on my hand, completely unfazed. I quickly texted her back. [Thank you, Audrey. But I truly love Ethan. Don't worry, I won't regret this.] I gently patted my flat belly, a smirk playing on my lips.The wedding was grand, and the prenup money landed safely in my bank account. However, I didn't expect Ethan's parents to move in with us on the very second day of our marriage. I was slightly taken aback, but Ethan shielded them and explained. "I'm their only son, Chloe. You can understand that, right? My parents had a hard life raising me." The classic "weaponized filial piety" routine. I expressed my full understanding. But Eleanor suddenly called out to me in a cold voice. "Chloe, where are your manners? Come over here and carry these heavy bags." A power play to show me my place on day one? My eyes darted around. I grabbed a heavy duffel bag. Suddenly, my hand "slipped," and *crash!* An incredibly expensive-looking designer vase nearby was smashed into pieces by the bag. Eleanor's heart practically bled. With a dark face, she pushed me away. "Fine, fine! You're so clumsy! Just stand aside!" Looking utterly aggrieved, I walked over to help my father-in-law, Robert, carry his computer monitor. He nodded with satisfaction. "Now that's more like it—" But before he could finish his sentence, *crack!* The screen fell and was completely shattered. His face turned green. "Don't touch anything! Just stand there!" The three of them panted and groaned as they carried the rest of the boxes themselves, their faces dark with fury. I played the good wife and poured them some water. After drinking, Eleanor remembered her goal to assert her dominance. "Now that you're married into the Sterling family, there are some rules I need to make clear. You are a Sterling now. Carrying on our family legacy is your primary duty." "The Sterlings have rules. You must give us a grandson within three years of marriage. We've already paid the marriage settlement. If you don't produce a boy, you have to keep trying!" Ethan stayed silent, clearly agreeing with his mother. I nodded obediently. "So, Mom, is it true that you'll give me a $30,000 bonus for every baby? And I won't have to raise them myself?" She glared at me. "Of course." I pretended to think. "Can you transfer that money to me now?" Eleanor froze for a few seconds. Perhaps she didn't expect me to be so shameless, but she immediately transferred $30,000 to my PayPal. Money makes everything easier. I immediately grabbed Ethan's hand. "Come on! Let's go make a baby!" Eleanor opened her mouth to speak, then stopped. I tilted my head. "What's wrong, Mom? Do you guys want to watch?" Eleanor quickly waved her hands in horror. I dragged a very eager Ethan into our bedroom. Luckily, Ethan was in great shape. After God knows how many rounds, we finally stopped. The footsteps outside our door finally faded away. Looking at my panting, exhausted husband, I curled my lips into a smile. The money and the man—I was going to keep both. It didn't take long before I got pregnant. I had known long before this that my body was special. I just didn't expect getting pregnant to be as effortless as drinking water. During those days, not only did I have zero morning sickness, but I also had a massive appetite. At first, they tried to manipulate me into doing chores. But after I "accidentally" broke a few more expensive items, they never dared to let me lift a finger again. During my pregnancy, I didn't have to do a single thing, yet I received a mountain of cash gifts. All in all, I raked in over a hundred thousand dollars. I became a millionaire without feeling any pain. On the day of delivery, they all assumed I'd be stuck in the labor room for over ten hours. Nobody expected me to pop out five babies back-to-back in one smooth, painless go. The Sterlings were both shocked and ecstatic. We knew it was quintuplets during the ultrasound, but nobody expected all five of them to be boys. Robert and Eleanor were so thrilled that they transferred another $20,000 to my PayPal. Looking at those little pink bundles of joy, my heart bloomed with happiness. They had no idea that this was just the beginning. Five babies in one hospital room made a chaotic, earsplitting racket. Eleanor smiled and brought one of the babies over. "Chloe, the baby is hungry. Hurry up and breastfeed him." The moment she said that, my eyes rolled back, and I fainted. When I woke up, they frowned and asked me to try again. I immediately fainted once more. After this happened several times in a row—where I would pass out the moment I got close to the babies—the doctor finally shook his head helplessly. "It seems the mother has a rare, severe postpartum psychological aversion to baby care. You'll have to find another way to feed and raise them." As the doctor spoke, the room fell into a dead silence. Ethan let out an awkward laugh. "Maybe Chloe's body is just unique. Let's start them on formula and raise them ourselves for now!" Left with no choice, they were forced to take care of the babies. Eleanor took two, Robert took two, and Ethan took one. No one was allowed to relax. The house became a madhouse. Within just a few days, all three of them had sunken eyes and looked completely drained of life. Eleanor finally snapped and suggested hiring nannies. "This is not a life for humans!" I shook my head in silent agreement. With the nannies in place, their lives became much easier. Robert and Eleanor once again tried to find a way to put me in my place. "Chloe, although you birthed our grandsons and are the hero of this family, you are still their mother. You need to take on some maternal responsibility!" I lowered my head with a shy, gentle smile. "Mom, Dad, I know. But... I'm pregnant again. I'm afraid you'll have to keep taking care of the boys for now!" The three of them at the dining table widened their eyes at the same time, screaming in unison: "You're pregnant again?!"