Evil MC's NTR Harem

The gang left the school together, their laughter and chatter filling the air as they made their way to a high-end restaurant nestled in the heart of the city. The restaurant was known for its luxurious ambiance, offering an atmosphere that was as exquisite as the food it served.

Tonight, it was the perfect setting for their lavish dinner, with Ross in the center of it all, surrounded by three stunning women. His confidence was palpable as he led the group through the restaurant, his presence drawing the attention of everyone nearby.

As the group settled into their table, the males in the restaurant couldn't help but stare. There was something magnetic about Ross—a mixture of wealth, power, and charm—that made him impossible to ignore.

But what truly caught their attention were the three gorgeous girls with him, each one more beautiful than the last. The men whispered among themselves, their envy seeping through their voices.

"Look at him," one of the men said, his tone filled with disbelief and frustration. "How does he manage to have all three of those gorgeous girls with him?"

"I don't get it," another man muttered, his eyes fixated on the group. "He's probably some kind of pimp, right? There's no way those girls are just hanging out with him for no reason."

"I don't know..." a third voice chimed in, his gaze lingering on the girls with admiration. "They look like angels. So young, so pure. It's hard to believe they'd ever be involved in something like that. Maybe he's just lucky. Or maybe there's something more to it."

The men gossiped, unable to peel their eyes away from Ross and his companions. Their minds wandered as they fantasized about being in his shoes—sitting at the table with those three beautiful women, enjoying the attention, the luxury, the power.

But they knew deep down that such fantasies would never come true. No matter how many times they played out those scenarios in their heads, they could never reach the same heights of success and allure that Ross seemed to effortlessly occupy.

The more they thought about it, the more their envy grew, and soon they were sighing endlessly, their frustration mounting with every passing moment.

They couldn't help but feel like they were stuck in a dream, unable to break free from the life they'd always known while Ross seemed to have it all—effortlessly.

Meanwhile, Ross and his gang enjoyed their meal, oblivious to the murmurs and jealous glances being thrown their way. They laughed and joked, completely at ease in the luxurious surroundings.

The food was nothing short of spectacular, and every dish that came to their table seemed to make the night feel even more extravagant.

Ross, sitting comfortably at the head of the table, occasionally exchanged glances with his companions, clearly enjoying the attention but unbothered by the whispers that swirled around him.

This was of course nothing new to him at this time. He got used to the stares and envy of the people around him.

As the meal came to an end, the group stood up, stretching and chatting casually as they made their way toward the exit.

The men who had been watching from the sidelines could only stare in silent envy, their fantasies about being in Ross's place now clouded with the reality that they would never live his life.

Their dreams were nothing more than idle thoughts, and the more they tried to imagine themselves in his world, the more unattainable it seemed.

The gang left the restaurant, their laughter echoing through the streets as they made their way to their next destination—Ross's mansion.

It was their favorite hangout spot, a place where they could relax, unwind, and enjoy the comforts of their wealth and power.

The mansion was a sprawling estate, filled with lavish rooms and elegant decor, an oasis of luxury where anything was possible. It was the perfect place to end the night, and Ross knew it.

As they pulled up to the mansion, the sounds of the bustling city outside faded away, leaving only the quiet hum of the luxurious home they had built for themselves.

The whispers and envy from the restaurant no longer mattered. Here, they were untouchable.

The mansion's gates closed behind him, and as he entered, he couldn't help but grin. It was good to be him. And as the night stretched on, he knew that the world would continue to envy him, to dream of being in his shoes—but it was a dream that would remain forever out of reach.

They arrived at the mansion, the familiar grandeur of the estate greeting them as they passed through the last set of gates. But something was different tonight.

In the driveway, a sleek, unfamiliar car was parked beside Ross's signature sports car. The vehicle was elegant, shiny, and small—an unknown car and the first time they saw around the mansion.

Sophia and Jasmine immediately exchanged intrigued glances.

"Well, that's new," Sophia remarked, her curiosity piqued. "Ross only has that one sports car. So, this new one must belong to whoever he's planning to introduce us to tonight."

"Could be," Jasmine responded, her eyes narrowing thoughtfully. "Maybe we'll get to meet this mystery woman."

The two of them were visibly interested, their expressions eager as they approached the entrance, but for Natalie, the sight of the unfamiliar car stirred an entirely different reaction.

A sense of dread washed over her as her gaze locked onto the vehicle. Her breath caught in her throat, and her heart began to pound in her chest, each beat seeming louder than the last. She knew that car.

It wasn't just any car—it was the one she had seen only once before, under very different circumstances. Natalie prayed that she was wrong, but deep down, she knew this was far too much of a coincidence to ignore.

Still, hope springs eternal, and Natalie clung to the faint hope that she was wrong this time.

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