Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 466 Aquatic

Every single video was filled with lies—fabricated rumors, twisted half-truths, and sensationalized garbage designed to stir controversy and farm views.

He clicked on another one, his annoyance deepening.

”…My sources say that Ross has a secret list of women he controls, using money and influence to silence them. Some say he even has a hidden room in every property where he keeps his ʼspecial girls.ʼ Disgusting, right? But hey, thatʼs just what the elite do…”

Ross clenched his jaw.

It was obvious she was just another internet leech, milking his name for clout and profit. Nothing she said had an ounce of truth, yet her millions of subscribers were eating it up, blindly believing every word.

In the past, Ross wouldnʼt have cared.

He had dealt with rumors before, laughed at the absurdity of them, and moved on. A billionaire playboy like him was always a target for jealous nobodies looking to stir drama.

But now?

Now, things were different.

Now, he had children.

And the thought of his kids hearing these disgusting fabrications coming from that womanʼs mouth made his blood boil.

His fingers tapped against the armrest of his chair as he narrowed his eyes at the screen.

”This bitch… sheʼs playing with fire.”

Ross wasnʼt the type to carelessly retaliate, but when it came to protecting his family, he wouldnʼt sit idly by.

If she wanted a war, he would gladly give her one.

But of course, Ross Oakley was not an unreasonable man.

He wasnʼt the type to overreact or lash out blindly. If anything, he preferred to handle things swiftly and efficiently—without unnecessary drama.

Thatʼs why, instead of stewing in anger over the lying influencer, he simply picked up his phone and dialed a number—one he shouldnʼt have known.

In truth, he hadnʼt memorized it at all.

He had merely used his divine sense to extract the womanʼs private phone number, effortlessly pulling it from the depths of her personal data. A flicker of amusement crossed his lips—she could spread all the lies she wanted, but there was no escaping the fact that he was Ross Oakley.

With practiced ease, he typed out a cold, direct message:

”This is Ross Oakley. Stop the lies youʼve been spreading about me. Stop now, or face the consequences.”

Short. To the point. Unmistakably a warning.

Ross tapped send and put his phone down without a second thought. Whether she chose to listen or dig her own grave was entirely up to her.

For now, he had better things to do.

His eyes flicked back to his gaming screen, where he had just installed a new gacha game.

A smirk curled his lips.

”Letʼs see how much money I can burn today.”

Without hesitation, he dived in, rolling for characters, watching as the virtual roulette spun, flashing bright colors across the screen.

He dumped a staggering amount of money into the game—enough to make the average playerʼs head spin.

With his wealth, he could have easily cheated, bending reality so that he got exactly what he wanted in a single pull. But where was the fun in that? There was a thrill in the gamble, in watching the results unfold.

Even if he wasted millions, it wouldnʼt matter.

He was Ross Oakley, a man so filthy rich that money had long since lost its meaning.

After a few hours of mindless indulgence, he finally put his phone down, stretching with a satisfied sigh.

But now… y Virtual Library Empire

Now, it was time for something even better.

His heart pounded with anticipation as he checked the time.

For nearly two months, he had been away from his other wives. Two long months without the warmth of their bodies, without the scent of their skin, without the sweet moans of pleasure that only he could draw from them.

Tonight, he planned to make up for lost time.

He stood up, rolling his shoulders, feeling his excitement build.

By the time he stepped into his bedroom, the sight that greeted him nearly made his blood boil with hunger.

They were waiting for him.

A dozen gorgeous women, each more stunning than the last, lounging on the massive bed—some dressed in silky nightgowns, others in nothing at all.

Their eyes gleamed with a mix of anticipation and desire, lips slightly parted as they watched him approach.

Hazel was among them, already flushed, her fingers toying with the edge of her slip. Next to her, Althea smirked, stretching like a lazy cat, her curves highlighted by the dim lighting.

”Finally decided to join us?” one of them teased.

Ross exhaled slowly, rolling up his sleeves.

”I hope youʼre all well-rested,” he said, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

”Because I wonʼt be letting any of you sleep tonight.”

Excitement rippled through the room.

And as he stepped forward, the night descended into pure ecstasy.

The next day, Ross checked the YouTube channel of that so-called lovely woman, and—unsurprisingly—she had already made a video about him.

He couldnʼt say he hadnʼt seen this coming.

On the screen, the woman appeared, looking wide-eyed and dramatic, her voice filled with exaggerated fear.

”Look, guys! This is legit! Ross fucking Oakley just threatened me! Can you believe this?! I was just chilling last night, about to sleep, when suddenly—boom! A text out of the blue! Let me show it to you.”

She dramatically held up her phone, displaying his message for the world to see.

The text that had been a simple warning was now being spun into something much bigger.

”Iʼm honestly terrified right now,” she continued, feigning a trembling breath. ”If anything happens to me—if I disappear in the coming days—just know whoʼs behind it. You guys know who the culprit is.”

Rossʼs expression remained calm, but his eyes darkened.

The video was blowing up, racking up millions of views within hours. Her followers flooded the comment section with outrage and support, eating up every word of her manufactured fear.

This was hot gossip, and the world loved drama.

What they didnʼt realize, however, was how much this womanʼs life was about to change.

Ross leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping idly against the desk.

”I gave you a chance… and you didnʼt cherish it.”

His voice was a whisper, cold and measured, but beneath it was a quiet promise of retribution.

His mind was already spinning with plans—and none of them would end well for her.