Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 599 Feature

After that, Ross went on enjoying the kind of life most men could only ever dream about. His name had become legend—not just in basketball circles, but across global headlines.

He was more than an NBA superstar. He was a brand, an icon, a walking fantasy with real power behind his fame.

Now with five children—Alistair, Anya, Adelyn, Alexander, and his newest addition, Daniel, with Ashley—his legacy was growing in more ways than one.

Each child was precious to him, a reminder of the different chapters of his life and journey.

His home, if one could even call his sprawling, custom-designed mansion that, echoed with laughter, warmth, and a certain chaotic harmony that only came from a big, blended family.

He had everything: wealth beyond imagination, beautiful wives, passionate mistresses, a career still soaring even after years of dominance on the court. But he wasnʼt stopping there.

With business ventures spreading across tech, fashion, and entertainment, and now his face starting to grace big-screen blockbusters, Ross was determined to secure a future so golden even his grandchildren would never need to worry.

But despite his desire to simply live and let live, the world wouldnʼt leave him alone. Peace was hard to get and maintain.

And the higher you fly, the more visible you become.

And somewhere across the city, in a place far removed from Rossʼs glitzy world, something darker was being planned.

”A new mission?” a deep, smooth voice asked, slicing through the pounding bass of the exclusive nightclub.

The man who spoke didnʼt look like he belonged in a den of flashing lights and mindless dancing. He stood tall, calm in the chaos, his presence somehow making the loud room feel silent around him.

His suit was crisp, tailored to perfection, emphasizing the powerful frame beneath it. His eyes were cold steel, scanning the room without moving his head—trained, dangerous.

This was Thomas, codename Casanova, and he wasnʼt here for fun.

His looks were disarming—unfair, even. Women followed him with their eyes, pulled in by his magnetism, but the truth was far more lethal. He wasnʼt just a pretty face.

He was a weapon, forged by the worldʼs shadows, deployed only when the stakes were highest.

Across the booth, an older man leaned forward, weathered hands holding a glass that hadnʼt been touched. His voice barely rose above a whisper, but Thomas heard him perfectly.

”Yes. We want you on this one. Itʼs delicate. And volatile.”

Thomas narrowed his eyes. ”Delicate? Youʼve sent me to dismantle syndicates and topple puppet governments. What could be so delicate this time?”

The old man exhaled. ”Youʼve read the file.”

”I have. Front to back. Twice. You had a woman embedded already.”

”We did.”

”And?”

”Sheʼs compromised. She was ordered to get close to the target—build rapport, seduce him if necessary.”

Thomas smirked. ”And now sheʼs in love with him.”

The old man didnʼt deny it. ”She wonʼt carry out the mission. Sheʼs refused orders. Sheʼs protecting him. Basically sleeping with the target as speak.”

”So now you want me to go in, win hearts, break defenses, and finish what your asset couldnʼt.”

”We want you to work on this job. Infiltrate,” the man said. ”Youʼve been known to do that better than anyone.”

Thomas tilted his head. ”Youʼre aware that this target isnʼt just anyone, right?”

”Yes.”

”Heʼs Ross Oakley. Global figure. Billionaire. NBA megastar. Business mogul. Heʼs not some arms dealer hiding behind smoke. Heʼs adored. Protected. Watched constantly.”

”Thatʼs why we need someone like you. Someone who can blend into every world.”

”And whatʼs the real threat here?” Thomas asked. ”You say heʼs just a celebrity, a businessman. Youʼve had chances to take him down quietly if he was a real danger. Why now?”

There was a beat of silence.

”Heʼs more than what the world sees,” the old man said finally. ”Heʼs building something. Gathering people. Creating connections. Dangerous ones. Youʼve read that it all started with the mysterious killings when he founded his store but this has evolved to become so much more than that.”

Thomas raised an eyebrow. ”Youʼre telling me the NBA star might be starting a shadow empire?”

”We donʼt know for sure. And thatʼs why we need to know.”

Thomas let that sit for a moment. Then he stood up slowly, adjusting the cuffs of his jacket. He looked out over the dance floor where people laughed, drank, and danced, oblivious to the conversation happening above their heads.

”This wonʼt be like the other jobs,” he said. ”This man… heʼs not like the others. Heʼs clean on paper. Loved by millions. You want me to infiltrate that life? Then I need full freedom to operate. No restrictions. No second-guessing. And if I go deep, you better not pull me out early.”

The old man nodded once. ”Youʼll have everything you need. Just make sure you find out the truth. And if heʼs truly a threat…”

Thomas turned to leave, his voice cold. ”Then Iʼll do what I do best.”

***

Thomas left the club without drawing attention, his steps smooth, deliberate, and unhurried. The nightlife roared behind him, but his mind was already elsewhere—focused, sharp.

He didnʼt head directly to his hotel. Years in the field had taught him better. Instead, he looped through alleyways, doubled back through crowds, boarded and exited public transport randomly—all part of his standard counter-surveillance protocol.

He wasnʼt just a spy anymore. He was a ghost with a purpose.

No longer the man who once dreamed of a normal life, Thomas had become something else entirely—something carved out of necessity and survival.

His work had earned him more money than he could ever spend, but it had also cost him pieces of himself along the way.

He didnʼt speak of it often, but if someone ever asked whether he had regrets, he would answer honestly.

Yes. He did.

There was a time he wouldʼve loved to live freely, enjoy life like any handsome man might—with wine, travel, and women who werenʼt tied to missions or objectives. But that path was long gone.

Life hadnʼt given him many choices. Heʼd adapted. Thrived. And now, the only thing that made sense was the mission.

Thirty minutes after leaving the club, he finally arrived at his hotel—a discreet luxury suite booked under a false name.

After another sweep of the hallway and a brief digital check for bugs, Thomas locked himself in and opened his laptop.

He pulled up the digital file again. The real target: Ross Oakley.

Thomas leaned forward in his seat, elbows resting on the polished glass table, the glow of his laptop screen reflecting in his cold, calculating eyes.

The muted hum of the city outside barely reached his ears. Up here, twenty floors above the ground, the world was quiet—perfect for the kind of work he was about to do.

Heʼd studied countless targets in the past, dismantled empires from within, seduced information out of women. Hordes of them.

But none of them had quite the same aura as Ross Oakley. He was a public figure, yet mysterious. Loved, yet dangerous. Too pristine to be real. The kind of man who seemed untouchable.

But even gods had weaknesses.

And Thomas knew exactly where to start looking: the women.

The files on Rossʼs wives and mistresses werenʼt just folders of names and numbers.

They were detailed dossiers—photos, interviews, body language analyses, habits, schedules, purchase histories, psychological profiles. Each woman had her own chapter.

Thomas tilted his head as he examined a recent photo of all the many beautiful women around Ross. They were laughing, arms linked, looking like a perfect family. No jealousy. No competition. It was unnatural. Or expertly managed.

”How do you do it, Ross?” he muttered. ”How do you keep all these queens loyal to one king?”

He stared a little longer. His gaze roamed, lingering over one of Rossʼ women. Her long legs, bare shoulders, the way her eyes sparkled as she looked at Ross with great love and affection.

It wasnʼt just lust—it was curiosity. Fascination. These werenʼt empty shells or manipulated dolls. These women were intelligent, alert, aware of their positions.

This wouldnʼt be like past jobs where a simple lie, a charming smile, and a touch of attention could open any door.

No, Thomas thought, if I want to get in… Iʼll have to play this right. Earn it. Slowly.

And that excited him more than he cared to admit. He thrived on the challenge and the many ways he could be creative in catching his prey.

He stood and moved toward the window, the city skyline stretching out before him like a chessboard.

Somewhere out there, Ross was asleep—peaceful, powerful, and completely unaware that a new piece had entered the game. A dangerous piece. One that didnʼt follow the rules.

Thomas sipped a glass of scotch and turned back to his laptop. He zoomed in on a surveillance video of one of Rossʼ wives in a luxury spa. She was alone, texting, smiling slightly. Not a care in the world.

Thatʼs how it always starts, Thomas thought. Theyʼre relaxed. Comfortable. Safe. Until someone like me shows up and changes everything.