Evil MC's NTR Harem

Ross smirked. His pace hadn't faltered for a second, and yet he still had the control to respond, his voice smooth and commanding.

"We are happy." Amy replied confidently.

"Then come here. I want to fuck all the Campbell girls at the same time."

Amy and Sandra exchanged a long look. The weight of the moment settled between them, thick and heavy. There was no hesitation in Ross's voice, no uncertainty. He wanted them—all of them.

And they loved him. That was the undeniable truth.

No matter how absurd it seemed, no matter how society might view them, they would always belong to Ross. There was nothing they wouldn't do for him.

With quiet sighs, they began stripping off their clothes, their hearts pounding as they stepped forward, surrendering completely.

The bed dipped as they climbed onto it, lining up beside Diane. Ross didn't hesitate. His hands roamed over their bare skin, exploring, claiming.

His hunger was insatiable, and they were more than willing to give him everything he desired.

Before long, moans filled the room once more, harmonizing in perfect unison. Three sisters, one man.

And a night they would never forget.

***

Morning arrived, casting a warm golden light through the large windows of the Campbell estate. The soft chirping of birds outside did little to calm the storm brewing within the family.

Today was a day of reckoning—a day when the sisters had to break the news that would undoubtedly shake the foundation of their household.

The family gathered in the spacious living room, the air thick with anticipation. Ross was absent—perhaps wisely so—leaving the weight of this revelation squarely on the sisters' shoulders.

Amy took a steadying breath before speaking, her voice measured but firm.

"Mom, Dad, we have an update about the wedding."

Their father, Steven Campbell, immediately straightened in his seat. His gaze flickered between his daughters, his brows knitting together in concern. The solemnity in Amy's tone unsettled him.

"Is there a problem? Did Ross back out?" he asked, his voice tinged with unease. His grip on the armrest of his chair tightened involuntarily.

The mere idea of Ross backing out of such an arrangement sent a shiver down his spine.

Ross was a man of power, wealth, and immense influence. To be associated with him, let alone have him marry into the family, was an honor few could dream of.

Steven had already prepared himself for the unconventional reality of two of his daughters sharing the same husband, but now, hearing Amy's hesitant words, doubt crept into his mind.

Sandra quickly stepped in, shaking her head.

"No, Dad, Ross didn't back out. He's still marrying us."

Steven let out a slow breath, relief momentarily washing over him. But before he could fully relax, he noticed the way Sandra glanced toward Diane. A silent message passed between them. A hesitation.

It was then that he realized—there was more.

The room grew deathly quiet as all eyes turned to Diane.

She swallowed, her throat suddenly dry. This was it. The moment she had been dreading yet knew was inevitable. She clenched her hands together, her fingers digging into her palms as if grounding herself.

"I… I'm also marrying Ross," she finally said, her voice barely above a whisper.

For a second, it was as if time itself had frozen.

The words hung in the air, sinking in ever so slowly, until—

"What?!"

Steven's voice thundered through the room, startling everyone. He shot up from his seat, his expression a mix of shock, disbelief, and a growing sense of helplessness.

His heart pounded violently in his chest. Two of his daughters marrying the same man was already absurd. But now… all three?

"Say that again, Diane," he demanded, his voice hoarse yet forceful. His jaw tightened as he stared at his youngest daughter, his mind refusing to accept what he had just heard.

"Did you just say that you're marrying Ross?!"

Diane could only lower her gaze and give a small nod.

Steven felt his breath hitch. His hands trembled slightly, not from anger, but from sheer disbelief.

He turned to Amy and Sandra, looking for confirmation, for denial—anything that would contradict Diane's statement. But their silence spoke volumes.

It was true.

Steven staggered back into his seat, rubbing his temples as if trying to dispel an oncoming headache. He exhaled shakily, his mind struggling to comprehend the situation.

This was beyond his worst expectations.

He had spent his entire life raising his daughters, guiding them, protecting them, preparing them for the world. He had envisioned bright futures for them—each one finding her own path, marrying respectable men, starting their own families.

Yet now… all three of them were going to be with the same man.

Ross Oakley.

A man who already had more wives than any normal person could fathom. A man whose name alone carried power, wealth, and scandal in equal measure.

Steven wasn't blind. He had always known Ross wasn't an ordinary man. There was something about him—something magnetic, something undeniable.

He had an aura that made people follow him, that made women fall for him without hesitation. But even with all of that… Steven had never imagined that all three of his daughters would succumb to it.

It was unfathomable.

Beside him, his wife, Adele, had remained silent throughout the entire exchange. Her expression was unreadable, her thoughts locked away behind an impenetrable calm.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she spoke.

"Ross is a good man, Steven," she said, her voice even yet firm.

"Our daughters are in good hands."

Then, she fell silent again, her gaze distant.

Steven turned to her, searching her face for any sign of resistance, any hint that she might object to this madness. But there was none.

Adele had accepted it.

And that realization shook him to his core.

He let out a slow, exhausted sigh, running a hand down his face. Deep down, he knew his wife was right. Ross wasn't just some opportunist taking advantage of his daughters. No one had forced them into this.

They had chosen this—willingly, wholeheartedly.