Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 486

Chapter 486: Chapter 486 Orange
“Ross! Drink some more! Woohoo!”

Laughter and cheers filled the air as a group of 18-year-old men and women surrounded Ross, their excitement palpable.

He was, as always, the life of the party—his dance moves were wickedly smooth, almost supernatural, and he drank with the ease of someone born to revel.

His fame only added to his magnetism, but what truly set him apart was his effortless charm.

He had a way of making everyone feel special, drawing them in with easy smiles and lively conversation.

Even Diane and her parents, who usually maintained a dignified air, couldn’t help but be enchanted.

Diane, in particular, was glowing with delight as she admired the set of expensive jewelry Ross had gifted her for her birthday.

Each piece gleamed under the party lights, a tangible symbol of his generosity and extravagance.

And yet, despite it being her celebration, Ross was the one commanding all the attention, effortlessly entertaining the guests as if the night revolved around him.

Meanwhile, across the room, Amy found herself cornered by her family, their expressions a mixture of curiosity and concern.

“I didn’t know you and that guy knew each other,” Sandra remarked, arms crossed as she studied Amy.

Amy hesitated for a moment, then lifted her chin.

“We do. He’s my boyfriend.”

Sandra scoffed.

“We can see that—we’re not blind. But seriously, Amy, how stupid can you be to get involved with a married man?”

Her words landed like a slap. Amy stiffened, but Sandra wasn’t done.

“Do you even realize what you’re getting yourself into? He’s not just some guy—he’s Ross Oakley. His entire life is under a microscope. Everyone knows who he is, and sooner or later, they’ll know about you too. Do you think his wife will stay quiet forever?”

Amy clenched her fists, her heart pounding. She had known this conversation was inevitable, but that didn’t make it any easier.

“It’s my life, Sandra. I’m old enough to decide what I want. Ross cares for me and genuinely loves me,” Amy defended.

“Love?” Sandra scoffed.

“For all I know, he’s just after that sexy body of yours. Don’t be naive, Amy.”

“This is my birthday. Can you two fight later?” Dianne stepped in before it could go out of hand and diverted with a topic that interested her the most.

“We all know you were with William, sis,” she said, eyes gleaming with curiosity.

“What happened to him? And how did you end up with Ross? Spill the beans, please! I mean, he’s Ross Oakley. Everyone knows him! He seems larger than life in the news, but in person, he’s even more incredible!”

Diane was practically giddy, already an instant fan.

Amy let out a small laugh.

“It’s a long story. This might take a while.”

“We have all night, sis,” Diane giggled, sounding like an excited child.

And so, Amy spoke, and her family listened. Even Sandra, for once, stopped arguing and paid attention.

The birthday party carried on until midnight. Some of the younger guests wished they could drink and get drunk like the adults, but that wasn’t allowed.

Instead, they danced, sang, and socialized all night long—which, in hindsight, was probably for the best.

At least this way, no one would end up passed out or causing trouble.

As the festivities wound down, Amy’s mother approached Ross with a warm smile.

“You’ve had quite a bit to drink, Ross. If you’d like, you can stay the night. We have plenty of guest rooms, and they’re hardly ever used.”

She was breathtaking—an absolute knockout, an epic MILF. Just looking at her made Ross feel a tightness in his pants, and he had to remind himself to stay composed.

“Thank you,” he said smoothly.

“I’ll take you up on that offer. I wouldn’t want to risk driving in this state.”

“No trouble at all,” Amy’s father added, his tone casual, oblivious to the way Ross’s gaze lingered on his wife just a second too long.

“Okay, I’ll go check the guest room and get it ready,” Amy said before hurrying off.

“Good night, Ross. It was a pleasure meeting you,” Amy’s parents said warmly before heading upstairs, leaving only Sandra and Diane with Ross.

Sandra turned to Diane with a pointed look. “Go.”

Diane pouted, clearly reluctant.

She had been enjoying Ross’s company and wanted to talk to him more, but Sandra’s tone left no room for argument.

Still, she lingered for a moment, glancing between them.

“You guys are no fun,” she grumbled before finally walking off.

“And then there were two,” Sandra muttered, placing her hands on her hips as she fixed Ross with a glare.

Ross leaned back lazily, flashing a smirk. “Oh, I don’t like the sound of this at all.”

Sandra crossed her arms.

“What exactly is your game, Ross? Are you fucking my sister just to get back at me? Is that it?”

Her voice was laced with anger, her eyes daring him to deny it.

But instead of being offended or dismissing her accusation, Ross simply stared at her, his smirk slowly fading.

Then, he let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head.

“You think too small, Sandra,” he said smoothly. “I’m not just going to do that with Amy.”

Something in his tone made her stomach tighten with unease.

Ross took a step closer, his voice lowering to a near whisper.

“Diane. Your mom. All of them. This is what you get for messing with me. I warned you. You chose not to listen.”

Sandra’s breath hitched, but she refused to back down.

“You’re sick,” she spat.

Ross ignored her, continuing as if she hadn’t spoken.

“I’m going to have your whole family, and you?” He let out a slow, amused breath.

“You’ll have a front-row seat to all of it. You’ll watch as it happens, powerless to stop it. And the best part?” His eyes darkened, his voice dripping with certainty.

“You won’t be able to do a damn thing about it.”

A shiver ran down Sandra’s spine. She had known Ross was arrogant, had known he was dangerous—but this?

The cold certainty in his voice, the way he spoke like it was already set in stone, sent a wave of dread through her.

“You’re disgusting,” she whispered, her fists clenched.

Ross only smiled.

“And yet, here we are.”

Sandra swallowed hard.

She had started this conversation thinking she was in control, but now, standing before him, she realized just how terrifying Ross Oakley truly was.