Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 212

Chapter 212: Chapter 212 Logistics
The authorities would take care of him, and this nightmare would be over.

With her phone in hand, she dialed 9-1-1. Her thumb hovered over the call button. Her heart pounded in her chest, her breaths shallow as she prepared to press it.

Ding!

The notification sound made her flinch. Hazel froze, her thumb hesitating as a knot of unease formed in her stomach. Something about the timing felt wrong. Slowly, she opened the message.

Her eyes scanned the words, and as she read, her face drained of color.

“Hello, my new bitch Hazel.

If you’re about to call the police or anyone else for help, you might want to think twice. Before you take any impulsive action, listen carefully to what I’m about to say.

Your sister, Althea, is pregnant. Yes, with my child.

Even if you report me to the authorities, it won’t make a difference. I’ll be out on bail before the day is over, untouched by your feeble attempts at justice.

But if you tarnish my image in Althea’s eyes, things might change. I might hurt her. I might do the same to your future niece or nephew.

Althea loves me. She trusts me. I’ll treat her well, love her unconditionally, and ensure she’s happy—if you behave.

But step out of line, and you’ll be responsible for destroying her happiness.

So here’s the deal: you’ll be at my beck and call. You’ll spread your legs for me whenever I want and take everything I give you.

Or, you can follow through with your plan and see where it leads.

The choice is yours, Hazel. The happiness of your sister and her unborn child depends on you.”

The message ended with a sinister question that loomed in her mind.

Hazel’s hands shook as she read the message again. Then again. Each time, the words felt heavier, their weight crushing her resolve.

Her stomach twisted into knots, bile rising in her throat.

Her first instinct was denial. This can’t be happening. He’s lying. He has to be lying. But deep down, she knew better. The confidence in Ross’s tone, the detail in his threats—he wasn’t bluffing.

Her knees buckled, and she collapsed onto the sofa, her phone slipping from her hands and clattering onto the floor. Hazel stared blankly ahead, her thoughts spiraling.

He has Althea. He has her unborn child. He has everything.

Tears spilled down her cheeks again as the reality of her situation sank in. Ross wasn’t just a man who had taken advantage of her—he was a monster.

A manipulative, unrelenting monster who held all the cards.

Hazel buried her face in her hands, her sobs muffled. The sheer helplessness of it all clawed at her, suffocating her with every breath.

She didn’t want to give in. She wanted to fight, to scream, to claw her way out of this nightmare.

But how could she?

Ross had already stripped her of everything—her dignity, her body, her autonomy.

And now, he had her sister’s happiness in his grasp.

The minutes ticked by as Hazel sat motionless, her mind racing through every possible scenario. She thought about calling the police anyway, but the image of Ross’s cruel smile stopped her.

She thought about running, but there was nowhere to go.

Finally, Hazel took a long, shaky breath and wiped her tears away. Her hands still trembled as she picked up her phone, staring at the message once more.

“What am I supposed to do now?” she thought bitterly, her teeth clenching as anger flared in her chest.

But even as her rage burned, it was quickly extinguished by the cold, hard reality of her situation. Ross Oakley had won. For now, at least.

Hazel leaned back against the sofa, her body numb.

She didn’t know how, but she vowed silently to herself that she would find a way to escape his grasp.

One day, somehow, she would make him pay.

Until then, all she could do was wait for the right time to strike.

***

One day later.

The buzz of excitement filled the private plane as the girls cheered and laughed, their energy electric.

“Japan, here we come!” one of them shouted, her voice cutting through the lively music playing in the background.

It was hard not to share their enthusiasm.

Ross had outdone himself, revealing that they’d be flying to Japan in his private jet—a massive luxury aircraft equipped with everything one could dream of.

The plane wasn’t just large; it was extravagant. At its center was a custom-made RV, an enormous vehicle designed to house more than eleven people comfortably during their travels in Japan.

It was larger than a bus and furnished like a five-star hotel, complete with plush seating, lavish bedrooms, and even a small kitchen.

The RV alone was a marvel, but its presence inside the plane only hinted at the sheer size and luxury of Ross’s jet.

The plane was staffed with personnel who catered to their every need—chefs preparing gourmet meals, servers ensuring drinks flowed freely, and even a flight crew to handle logistics.

But Hazel and most of the gang did not know the eerie truth: they were all Ross’s puppets.

From the servers pouring champagne to the captain flying the jet, every one of them was under his complete control.

Ross didn’t trust mortals with his possessions. They were weak, corruptible, and imperfect. Only his puppets could ensure perfection.

As the plane soared through the clouds, the girls were in high spirits. Some danced to the upbeat music, their laughter echoing through the cabin, while others clinked glasses of champagne and gushed about their plans in Japan.

Hazel, however, was preoccupied.

“Okay. I’ll see you when I get back. I love you. Bye.” Hazel ended her phone call with her boyfriend, her voice steady but her heart heavy.

She’d lied to him—again.

The excuse was simple but convincing enough. She’d told him she was going to Japan with her sister, Althea, to change her mind about Ross. She claimed she wanted to convince Althea to leave him.

Of course, her boyfriend had no idea that Hazel was now one of Ross’s girls herself, tied to him in ways she didn’t dare to explain.

What unsettled Hazel more was how easily everyone accepted her presence. None of the girls batted an eye when she joined them on the trip.

Even Althea didn’t ask any questions, simply welcoming her with a warm smile. It was as if they all knew Hazel’s place in Ross’s life before she did.

She glanced at the group of women, their carefree laughter filling the cabin, and felt a strange, disorienting sense of unreality.

This can’t be real.

The idea of a harem was absurd in this day and age, yet here she was, surrounded by women who seemed genuinely happy.

They weren’t bitter or jealous; they were glowing, as if being part of Ross’s world was the greatest thing that had ever happened to them.

Hazel shook her head, letting out a heavy sigh. “I need a drink.”

Making her way to the bar, she poured herself a glass of Billionaire Vodka, feeling a pang of guilt as she took her first sip.

It was outrageously expensive—far too luxurious for someone like her. The liquid burned her throat but warmed her insides, dulling the edges of her anxiety.

As she stood there, savoring the drink, her gaze wandered across the cabin. Among the vibrant group of girls, she noticed one woman sitting alone in a corner.

Unlike the others, she wasn’t laughing or chatting. She looked distant, almost melancholic, her expression unreadable.

Curiosity piqued, Hazel filled another glass with the expensive vodka and made her way over.

The woman glanced up as Hazel approached, her dark eyes briefly meeting Hazel’s before shifting away again.

***

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