Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 483

Chapter 483: Chapter 483 Fly
Ross’s wives did not hate her.

How could they?

Ross was not just some man who took women without thought. He was a great husband and an even greater father.

No matter how many wives he had, he never neglected any of them.

He made sure that each and every one of them felt loved, cherished, and important.

He never let one feel less than another, and he always—always—made time for his children.

Amy had never imagined a man like him could exist.

And now, she was part of his family.

The weight of that realization made her heart race all over again—but for an entirely different reason.

Then, as she looked around at the stunning women surrounding her, another realization struck her like a bolt of lightning.

“Every single one of Ross’s wives is a great beauty! They’re even more stunning in person!”

Her breath hitched.

Each of them possessed their own unique charm—some were elegant and refined, radiating a noble grace, while others were wild and untamed, their confidence bordering on intoxicating.

Some carried a quiet, mysterious allure, while others were bright and playful, their laughter filling the air like music.

No matter their differences, they all shared one thing in common: they were breathtakingly beautiful.

Amy’s heart sank.

“How did I even end up here? Compared to them, I’m nothing special…”

Anxiety gripped her once again, but this time, it wasn’t fear of rejection—it was insecurity.

Was she really worthy of standing beside them?

Did she truly belong in Ross’s life, among these extraordinary women?

But before her doubts could consume her, another wife approached and took her hand gently.

“You’ll fit in just fine, Amy,” she said with a knowing smile, as if she could see straight into her thoughts.

“We all felt the same way when we first joined the family, but trust me—it won’t be long before you realize that Ross’s love has no limits. He’ll make you feel just as special as the rest of us.”

Amy stared at her, wide-eyed.

Warmth spread through her chest, chasing away the remnants of her doubt.

Maybe… just maybe… she had truly found a place where she belonged.

***

When Monday arrived, Amy knew she couldn’t keep the truth from William any longer.

It wasn’t just guilt eating at her—it was the knowledge that he deserved to hear it from her directly, not from whispers behind his back.

She found him easily enough, standing near the campus entrance, just like always.

He looked relaxed, oblivious to what was coming. When he saw her, his face lit up with a warm smile.

“Hi, Amy. How was your weekend?” William asked, stepping forward to embrace her.

But Amy didn’t let him. She took a step back, pressing her palms against his chest to stop him.

William frowned, confusion flickering across his face. “Amy?”

“We need to talk,” she said, her voice firm but laced with unease.

A beat of silence passed between them. Then William let out a quiet sigh, his posture stiffening.

He had a feeling he wasn’t going to like what she was about to say.

***

Thirty minutes later, he was shaking with rage.

“Fuck!” he roared, his voice echoing in the empty hallway. His fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

“Fuck! I knew this was going to happen! I fucking knew it!”

He wasn’t yelling at Amy. No, his anger wasn’t for her—it was for himself.

He wanted to punch something, anything, just to release the unbearable frustration clawing at his insides.

He wanted to scream until his throat bled. He had seen this coming from a mile away, and yet, he had been too weak to stop it.

Ross Oakley.

That bastard.

William had always known Ross was dangerous.

From the moment he first set foot in their lives, he had disrupted everything, warping the balance of power around him like some force of nature.

No matter where he went, things changed, people changed—Amy changed.

And now, he had taken her.

William felt sick.

He squeezed his eyes shut, his breathing ragged.

“I’m sorry,” Amy whispered, barely audible. She looked at him one last time, took a deep breath, and turned to walk away.

William didn’t stop her. He couldn’t.

Instead, he stood frozen, his entire body trembling.

His mind was spinning, consumed by a single, unrelenting thought.

“Ross Oakley… I swear, I’ll make you pay.”

The words weren’t just spoken in anger—they were a vow.

A promise that burned in his very soul. He didn’t care how long it took, didn’t care what he had to sacrifice.

One day, somehow, he would take revenge.

Even if it took him the rest of his life.

Even if it destroyed him.

But what William didn’t realize—what he couldn’t realize—was that his ambition was nothing more than a futile dream.

Because bringing down Ross Oakley?

That was harder than putting the entire universe in the palm of his hand.

Ross, of course, cared nothing for William’s feelings.

The world had never been fair, and those who held power dictated reality.

The weak could struggle all they wanted, but in the end, their fates were always decided by those above them.

To Ross, William’s anger was nothing more than a gnat buzzing in the background—a meaningless annoyance that he didn’t even need to acknowledge.

He had no time to waste on losers filled with impotent rage.

Instead, he spent his days in far more pleasurable ways.

He immersed himself in his women, deepening the bonds he had with them, ensuring Amy was fully integrated into his life.

He spoiled them, pleasured them, and indulged in every desire his heart could conceive.

Amy, despite her initial hesitation, had fallen into his world completely.

She was his now.

A week passed in blissful indulgence, filled with passion, laughter, and the slow unraveling of Amy’s former ties to her old life.

Then, one evening, as they lounged together in bed, Ross decided it was time to take the next step in his plans.