Evil MC's NTR Harem

Ross already knew the film would be a massive success, just like his first one.

The buzz surrounding it was undeniable, and with his name attached, it was practically destined to dominate the box office.

That certainty allowed him to put in only the bare minimum effort in the promotional circuit, attending interviews and press events with the same casual confidence that had made him a global sensation.

His real focus, however, was on something far greater—his long-term goals.

Brick by brick, he was shaping the reality he had envisioned for himself, turning his wildest ambitions into tangible achievements.

Wealth, power, influence—he was accumulating it all at a terrifying pace.

And at his side was Nicole, the woman who had unexpectedly become a significant part of his life.

One evening, after another long day, they sat together in his penthouse suite overlooking the city skyline.

The view was breathtaking, but Nicole's mind was elsewhere. She had been quiet, lost in thought, and Ross could sense it.

Finally, she turned to him, her fingers nervously twisting the hem of her dress.

"Isn't this too soon, Ross?" she asked, her voice uncertain.

Ross raised a brow. "What is?"

"This… marriage." She exhaled softly.

"I mean, I expected us to get married eventually, but I didn't think it would happen this fast."

Ross leaned back, studying her with an unreadable expression.

Nicole pressed on, her uncertainty growing.

"We only met in the first quarter of the year, and now you're already planning our wedding for December. It just feels… like everything is moving too fast."

Ross scoffed, shaking his head.

"It's not." His voice was firm, confident.

"We've already done everything married couples do—and more. A wedding is just a piece of paper, a formality. It's a one-day event. Nothing more."

Nicole hesitated. She wanted to argue, to tell him that marriage meant more to her than just a legal formality.

But the way Ross spoke made it clear that, to him, this was simply another step in his unstoppable march forward.

Still, she forced a smile and nodded. "Okay."

But deep down, a heavy feeling settled in her chest.

There was something she hadn't told him—something she wasn't ready to admit just yet.

And as Ross continued talking about their future, she wondered how long she could keep it to herself.

***

One month later, the event finally came to pass—a tense, formal encounter set against the backdrop of Nicole's family estate, a grand villa exuding old-world charm and authority.

Ross found himself standing in the expansive, meticulously decorated foyer, his presence as composed and defiant as ever.

The polished marble floors and richly paneled walls bore silent witness to the gathering storm of emotions that was about to unfold.

Before Ross could settle into the comfortable armchair provided for guests, Nicole's father swept into the room with a purpose.

His face, set in a hardened scowl, conveyed disdain and an unwavering certainty in his disapproval. In a voice that brooked no argument, he began, "Go back, young man. We don't accept your relationship with our daughter." His words were crisp and uncompromising, slicing through the room's heavy silence like a knife.

"And if you're here to ask for our blessings," he continued with a dismissive shake of his head, "then you can't expect to receive them. We believe you are not a man of honor." His tone was laden with scorn, and it was clear that he viewed Ross as a disruptive force—a man who had led his daughter astray.

"My daughter has been miserably misguided in accepting you into her life. Ian was a good man—a man you can never live up to," he declared, his words echoing off the ornate walls.

Ross, far from shrinking under the barrage of insults, maintained a steady, measured smile.

His eyes sparkled with a mixture of amusement and calculated resolve.

In that moment, he was not merely defending his honor; he was asserting his indomitable nature.

The challenge had been thrown down, and he welcomed it without a trace of hesitation.

As the tension escalated, Ross's gaze drifted casually to the elegant woman standing nearby—Nicole's mother, a striking figure whose beauty and poise contrasted sharply with her husband's bristling hostility.

Her calm, almost amused expression hinted at an unspoken alliance, one that added an unexpected twist to the confrontation.

Ross mused internally, a wry smile playing at the corners of his lips.

"This is going to be interesting," he thought, savoring the subtle defiance in her eyes as they met his.

For a long, suspended moment, the room held its breath.

Every detail—from the faint rustle of silk dresses to the barely perceptible tapping of shoes on the marble floor—amplified the gravity of the exchange.

Nicole's father, seemingly intent on laying down his ultimatum, saw only his disapproval reflected in every polished surface of the room.

He was convinced that his stern words would shatter Ross's resolve, that his vision of honor would prevail.

But Ross was not one to be cowed by bluster or old-fashioned notions of propriety. With a measured tilt of his head and a cool, unyielding tone, he finally broke the silence.

"I appreciate your candor," he said, his voice calm yet edged with a hint of defiance. "However, my intentions with your daughter are clear, and my track record speaks for itself. I do not seek your approval—I seek to build a life together, a future that neither of us can fully predict but both of us are willing to fight for."

The room seemed to vibrate with the weight of his words. His statement was a quiet yet potent declaration of independence, a refusal to be defined by someone else's narrow standards.

"I'm sorry for wasting your time," Ross said and added coolly before turning on his heel and walking away without another word. His departure was swift, his posture rigid with restrained emotion.

"Ross!" Nicole called after him, her voice laced with urgency. But before following, she turned to look at her parents, disappointment flickering in her eyes.

Once again, they had let her down. Once again, they had tried to control her life.

This time, however, she didn't waste her breath arguing with them. There was nothing left to say.

Without another glance, she turned and ran after Ross, her footsteps echoing in the grand hall as she chose to walk away—just like him.