Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 471

Chapter 471: Chapter 471 Locket
Monday came, and Amy finally saw William again.

“I’ve missed you, Amy!” William pulled her into a tight hug, his usual warm smile on full display.

Amy’s eyes widened slightly as she took in his face. His teeth—perfect and white—had been completely restored. It was as if nothing had ever happened.

“I missed you too,” she murmured, pulling back to get a better look at him.

“How are you? I saw the video… you were beaten up and tied up, William. Ross did that to you. We should report him to the police.”

Her voice trembled slightly with frustration. She had spent the past week trapped in Ross’s grasp, pretending everything was normal, forced to entertain his whims.

But deep down, she despised him. No amount of forced dinner dates or polite smiles could change that.

She knew exactly what Ross wanted from her. He had said it himself during their first meeting—he only wanted her body. Nothing else.

William’s expression faltered for just a second before he quickly masked it with a chuckle.

“Ross? What are you talking about, Amy?” He waved a dismissive hand.

“That whole thing? It was nothing. Just a prank. My old friends from high school set it up… you know how they are.”

Amy’s stomach twisted.

She knew he was lying.

His voice was too forced, his smile just a little too tight. The William she knew wasn’t a good liar.

But why? Why was he protecting Ross?

Amy grabbed his hand, squeezing it tightly. “William, you don’t have to be scared. If we go to the police—”

“I said it was nothing, Amy.” William’s voice dropped, his grip on her hand tightening just enough to make her pause.

“Let it go.”

Amy stared at him, searching his face for answers. There was fear in his eyes, buried deep beneath his forced nonchalance.

Ross had gotten to him.

And just like that, Amy realized the truth.

She and William weren’t just dealing with some arrogant rich boy.

They were dealing with a monster.

As the day came to an end, William and Amy planned to have dinner together, looking forward to spending some quiet time alone.

They had just reached the parking lot, ready to leave, when an unwelcome voice interrupted them.

“Funny seeing you here, Amy,” Ross said smoothly, a smirk playing on his lips. He leaned casually against his car, exuding confidence.

“I was just about to grab dinner. Care to join me?” His eyes flickered toward William, clearly enjoying the provocation.

Amy tensed beside William, her grip on his arm tightening. William, already annoyed, squared his shoulders.

“She’s my girlfriend. Stay away from her,” he said firmly, his voice edged with anger.

Ross let out a chuckle, shaking his head.

“Oh, William,” he sighed mockingly.

“Looks like you’re asking for another beating. Walk away now and save yourself the trouble.”

William clenched his fists, his pride refusing to back down.

“You’re delusional. Get the fuck out of here,” he shot back, stepping slightly in front of Amy as if shielding her from Ross’s presence.

Ross studied him for a moment, amusement dancing in his eyes.

“Still haven’t learned your lesson, huh?” he mused, shaking his head.

For a moment, the tension was thick, the air crackling with unspoken threats. Amy glanced nervously between the two men, her heart pounding.

Then, just as suddenly as he had appeared, Ross let out a low chuckle and turned away.

“Fine,” he said, walking back to his car.

“Enjoy your night while it lasts.”

He slid into the driver’s seat, revved the engine, and drove off, but the unease he left behind lingered like a shadow.

William and Amy enjoyed their dinner together, laughing and talking as they basked in each other’s company.

For a while, it felt like nothing else in the world mattered—just the two of them, lost in the moment.

When the evening came to an end, William drove Amy home, watching with a fond smile as she stepped inside and waved goodbye.

Satisfied, he turned his car around and made his way home, completely unaware of the nightmare awaiting him.

As he reached his front door, a strange sense of unease settled over him. The house was dark and quiet, but something felt… off.

He shook off the feeling, blaming it on exhaustion, and pushed the door open.

The moment he stepped inside, his heart nearly stopped.

Someone was already there, lounging comfortably on his couch, as if he owned the place. A tall, muscular figure dressed in all black, his presence exuding danger.

“Howdy, boy,” the man drawled, a slow, wicked grin stretching across his face.

“Let’s have some fun, shall we?”

William’s blood ran cold. Brandon.

Panic surged through him, and without thinking, he turned to flee.

“No—!”

He didn’t make it two steps before something heavy slammed into the back of his head. A blinding pain exploded through his skull, and the world tilted violently.

He barely registered the floor rushing up to meet him before darkness swallowed him whole.

When William regained consciousness, his body screamed in pain.

His wrists were bound, his head pounded, and his vision swam as he tried to make sense of his surroundings.

The dimly lit room smelled of sweat and blood, the air thick with the metallic tang of his own suffering.

Then came the first blow.

A sickening crunch echoed through the room as a fist connected with his jaw. White-hot agony shot through his face, and a choked cry escaped his lips.

Then another.

And another.

It went on for what felt like hours. Brandon didn’t hold back. His punches were precise, practiced, and devastating.

Every time William tried to shield himself, another strike would land, each more brutal than the last.

His ribs ached. His face was swollen beyond recognition.

Blood trickled down his chin, staining his already tattered clothes.

But the worst part? The unbearable pain in his mouth.

Something was missing.

A groggy realization hit him—his teeth.

All of them were gone!