Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 1090: Chapter 1090 Certificate

Because there they were.

Ross.

And their mother, Marissa.

Doing it.

Openly, shamelessly, bodies moving together with a desperation that made Lea’s skin crawl.

Chelsea clamped a hand over her mouth, eyes wide. Lea grabbed her phone with trembling fingers and started recording.

Neither of them dared to speak. Neither dared to even breathe too loudly.

Minutes passed.

Then an hour.

Then another.

And another.

Ross showed no signs of stopping. Their mother showed no signs of resisting.

The scene grew more intense, more heated, more disturbing with every passing moment—and the sisters, trapped by their own mission, had no choice but to silently watch.

Seven hours crept by, each one worse than the last.

By the time Chelsea teleported them back to their room, both girls felt hollow. Numb.

Exhausted in a way that had nothing to do with magic.

Lea collapsed onto the edge of the bed.

Chelsea leaned against the wall, arms crossed tightly as if she were holding herself together.

A long silence hung between them.

Finally, Lea exhaled shakily. “Chelsea…”

Chelsea looked up.

“I think we need to… rethink our plans.”

Chelsea didn’t argue.

Because after what they had just seen, she knew Lea was right.

“Yes… exactly.” Chelsea’s voice cracked as she spoke, hands gripping the edge of her bed so tightly her knuckles turned white.

“We thought Mom would resist Ross—even for a single second. Just one moment of hesitation. But no… she was the one pushing him. She was begging him. Crying out all those filthy things like she couldn’t live without him. Wanting Ross to—” Chelsea couldn’t finish the sentence.

“God… I can’t believe that was our mother.”

Lea hugged her knees, shoulders shaking slightly. “I know. I felt the same way when I saw them the first time. I thought I was seeing something wrong. I thought maybe I misinterpreted it. Maybe they were under some kind of spell. But after today…” Her voice trailed off painfully. “She wanted it. Every second of it.”

The sisters fell silent, the weight of their discovery suffocating the room.

The soft hum of the night lamp, the faint ticking of Lea’s old alarm clock—everything sounded louder in that heavy stillness.

Lea’s heart pounded. Chelsea stared blankly at the wall, mind racing through every possible scenario.

Finally, Chelsea inhaled sharply.

“If we can’t reach him the subtle way… then we go direct.”

Lea blinked. “What do you mean?” Her voice wavered with a mix of curiosity and fear.

Chelsea didn’t answer instantly. She stood up, pacing slowly across the room, her expression tightening into something cold and determined.

“Ross isn’t someone we can track, trick, or trap using normal means,” she said.

“He’s too strong. Too unpredictable. Everything we’ve tried has failed. So… we stop trying to be sneaky.”

Lea’s throat dried. “Chelsea… what are you planning?”

Chelsea stopped pacing.

She reached for her phone, unlocked it, and typed with swift, deliberate movements.

Every tap of her fingers sounded like a hammer striking metal.

“You’ll see,” she murmured.

Lea felt her stomach twist. Whatever Chelsea was sending, it wasn’t ordinary.

Her sister’s calmness wasn’t normal.

It was the calm right before a storm—dangerous, intentional, unstoppable.

Chelsea set the phone aside and sat down beside her, silent.

Minutes became an hour.

An hour became two.

They barely spoke. Chelsea closed her eyes and leaned on the headboard, waiting.

Lea sat beside her, restless and trembling slightly, the quiet tension in the room coiling tighter and tighter with every minute that passed.

And then—

Knock.

A soft, low tap at the door.

Lea’s breath hitched. Chelsea’s eyes opened immediately, as if she had been expecting it down to the exact second.

“Come in,” Chelsea said gently, almost soothingly.

The door handle turned.

Slowly, the door swung open.

There, framed by the dim glow of the hallway lights, stood Ross.

His handsome face shadowed, hair slightly tousled, expression unreadable.

His gaze drifted from Chelsea to Lea, then back to Chelsea—as though trying to understand the atmosphere he had just stepped into.

He didn’t speak.

He didn’t need to.

Chelsea’s faint, knowing smile was enough.

Lea swallowed hard, realizing with dawning fear that Chelsea’s “direct approach” was far more dangerous than anything either of them had tried so far.

“Hello, Ross,” Chelsea said softly.

And everything began to fall into motion.

“Hello, ladies.” Ross’s voice was smooth, almost lazy, as he stepped fully into the room and closed the door behind him.

He let the click of the lock echo softly, as if punctuating the moment.

“To what do I owe this honor?” His dark eyes swept over the sisters with casual amusement, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

He already knew the content of Chelsea’s message: important matters to discuss.

He had expected confrontation—but not quite like this.

Chelsea didn’t flinch. She squared her shoulders and met his gaze without hesitation.

“We want you off Mom and Karen,” she said sharply, each word carefully measured, cutting through the silence like a blade.

“If you don’t step away, we’ll tell your wives and children everything—that you’ve been keeping secret mistresses behind their backs. Every detail. Every lie.”

Lea hugged herself tightly, a shiver running down her spine.

Her sister’s words were brutal, but necessary. Chelsea didn’t offer Ross a seat.

She didn’t soften her stance.

She was a storm contained in human form, and Ross could feel it, even if he tried to hide it.

Ross arched a perfectly shaped brow, a faint chuckle escaping him.

“Ah. So you already know.” He folded his arms across his chest, leaning lightly against the wall. “Good. That actually makes this easier for both of us.”

Chelsea’s eyes narrowed. “Easier? What do you mean?”

Ross’s lips curved into a lazy smirk. “Your little blackmail doesn’t work on me,” he said smoothly.

“I’ll simply marry Karen and Marissa. Then all these so-called ‘problems’ disappear. Legitimized. Clean. Done. No consequences. Everyone happy—or at least, no one to complain.”

Lea felt a chill creep up her spine.