Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 469 Dock

”Youʼre going to jail for this.” Amyʼs voice wavered, her hands trembling as she clutched her phone.

Tears welled in her eyes, blurring the image of Williamʼs battered body still playing on Rossʼs screen.

She could barely process the extent of his suffering—the dark bruises covering his chest, the fresh wounds still oozing blood.

How much pain had he endured? How long had he been at the mercy of Rossʼs men? The thought made her stomach churn.

But Ross only chuckled, completely unfazed.

”Highly unlikely.” His voice was light, almost amused, as if she had just told him a bad joke.

”You have no evidence. Itʼs your word against mine.” He leaned back casually, stretching his arms as though none of this concerned him in the slightest.

”Besides, do you really think the police will take your side over mine?” His lips curled into a smirk. ”Not gonna happen.”

Amy clenched her jaw, fighting back the urge to scream. Her nails dug into her palms, her entire body trembling with helpless rage.

Ross, however, had already moved on. He tilted his head toward her, his smirk never fading.

”Now, wipe those tears away.” His tone was dismissive, as if her pain was nothing more than an inconvenience.

”Weʼre going out to eat. Iʼm hungry.”

With that, he stood up, stretching leisurely before turning on his heel and walking away. He didnʼt bother to look back—he didnʼt need to.

The bait had been taken, and the hook was buried deep. Amy wasnʼt going anywhere. Even if she wanted to run, she wouldnʼt. Not anymore.

The two walked in silence, Ross leading the way with Amy trailing three steps behind. Her mind was in turmoil, but her body moved automatically, as if trapped in an invisible leash.

The sight sent a ripple of shock through the students and onlookers watching from a distance. Whispers spread like wildfire, each murmured comment carrying a mix of awe, disbelief, and amusement.

”Holy shit… Williamʼs about to be a cuck.”

”No kidding. Look at Amy—sheʼs following Ross like a trained pet. What the hell did he do to her?”

”He must have some kind of mind control ability or something. Thereʼs no way a girl like her would just submit like that.”

”Damn, I swear, whatever Ross has, I need it. Someone tell me if itʼs for sale!”

Laughter followed, but Amy barely registered any of it. Her head was spinning, her world crumbling. And at the center of it all was Ross—grinning like the devil, knowing he had already won.

They arrived at his car. Ross slid into the driverʼs seat without hesitation, but Amy lingered outside, her feet glued to the pavement. Every instinct screamed at her to run.

”Get in.” Rossʼs voice was firm, leaving no room for argument.

Amy swallowed hard. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides, but eventually, she moved. With a deep breath, she opened the passenger door and climbed inside.

The drive was silent, tension thick in the air. Soon, they arrived at an upscale restaurant, the kind Amy had only ever seen in magazines.

Ross wasted no time ordering and began eating with gusto, savoring each bite like a man without a care in the world.

Amy, however, barely touched her food. Her appetite was nonexistent, her mind still trapped in the horrifying image of William—bruised, bloodied, and restrained.

The thought of him suffering while she sat here, pretending to have dinner, made her stomach churn.

She finally broke the silence. ”Why are you doing this, Ross? You already have plenty of beautiful wives. Why stalk me too?”

Ross smirked, setting down his fork. He leaned back in his chair, his gaze steady on her.

”This… you should ask your sister.”

Amy frowned. ”My sister?”

”Sheʼs been spreading lies about me, running her mouth just to make money.” His tone was casual, as if discussing the weather.

”So, I figured—why not take something she loves? That way, sheʼll learn to keep her mouth shut.” He took a sip of his drink, then added,

”Besides, I believe weʼll all be one big happy family eventually.”

Amyʼs heart dropped.

Her sister.

It all clicked in an instant.

Her sister had been trashing Ross online for years—she knew that much. She had followed her YouTube channel, listened to every rant, every accusation. But she never imagined it would lead to this.

Amy sat frozen, her mind reeling as the weight of Rossʼs words sank in. This wasnʼt just about her. It never had been.

”Why me? Why donʼt you go after Sandra instead?” Amy asked, her voice barely above a whisper. A part of her already regretted the question. If Ross was capable of this much cruelty, what would he do to her sister if she pushed him too far?

Ross chuckled, shaking his head as he leaned back in his chair, completely at ease.

”What a good sister you are, throwing Sandra under the bus,” he mused, amusement flickering in his dark eyes.

”But to answer your question—I will go after Sandra. Just not yet.”

Amyʼs fingers clenched around the silverware, a sinking feeling settling in her stomach.

Ross continued, his voice low and deliberate.

”First, Iʼll take away everything she loves. One by one.” He picked up his glass and swirled the liquid inside, watching it with a thoughtful expression.

”Iʼll make her desperate. Make her suffer. Until she has nothing left.” He took a slow sip before setting the glass down with a quiet clink.

”Thatʼs the only way my revenge will feel complete.”

A chill ran down Amyʼs spine.

She swallowed the lump in her throat.

”Youʼre a monster,” she whispered, barely able to keep the tremble out of her voice.

Ross smirked. ”And yet, here you are. Having dinner with me.”

Amy wanted to throw her plate at his face, to scream and lash out—but what good would it do? He held all the power. William was still in his grasp. Sandra was next. And she… she was trapped.

Ross glanced at her untouched plate and gestured toward it lazily.

”Eat,” he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument. ”We have a long night ahead of us.”

Amy hesitated, nausea churning in her stomach. The last thing she wanted was to eat, but she knew she needed her strength. Whatever Ross had planned for her tonight, she had to be prepared.

Slowly, she picked up her fork and forced herself to take a bite. The food tasted like ash in her mouth.