Evil MC's NTR Harem

Tianna blinked hard, once, twice. Her throat was tight.

Her lips parted like she wanted to say something—but nothing came out.

Her mind spun wildly.

The image of her mother lying in that hospital bed. The doctors. The mounting bills.

The quiet nights where she cried alone, praying that this show, this game, would be her one chance to change everything.

It had all seemed so simple—at least, until now.

All she had to do was keep her relationship with Hugh a secret.

Just stay quiet, play it smart, and in the end, she would walk away with a million dollars.

Compared to winning the entire competition outright, it was the safer path. The easier path.

But then Ross appeared.

And with just a few words, everything she had carefully built began to crumble.

Her strategy. Her sacrifice. Her dream.

All of it—shattered.

She clenched her fists, nails digging into her palms. She couldn't allow this. She wouldn't allow this.

This wasn't about pride, or appearances, or even the money for herself.

It was for her mother.

Everything she was doing—every lie, every compromise—was for the woman waiting outside this house, fighting a much crueler battle.

And Tianna would endure anything… even Ross… if that's what it took to win.

And now… it was all being held hostage by a man with a calm smile and an ice-cold grip on her fate.

Ross watched her closely, gauging every twitch of her expression.

Every heartbeat she seemed to skip.

Then he took a final step forward and said in a voice only she could hear:

"So what'll it be, Tianna? A little pride… or your mother's life?"

Silence hung between them.

The chain connecting their wrists seemed heavier than ever.

Tianna's fingers twitched. Her jaw trembled.

She wanted to scream.

She wanted to slap him, claw his face, punch the smugness out of his voice.

But she couldn't.

She wouldn't.

Because he was right.

And she hated him for it.

Eventually, after what felt like forever, she gave a single nod.

Small.

Barely visible.

But it was enough.

Ross smiled again, satisfied.

"That's all I needed to see."

Tianna didn't look at him. She couldn't.

Her eyes stared into the floor as if she were trying to disappear into it.

And in that moment, something inside her cracked. Not loud, not obvious—but deep.

A silent vow was made.

Not to forgive.

Not to forget.

But to endure.

And to outlast.

Ross tugged gently on the chain connecting them, guiding Tianna toward the bathtub.

There was no rush in his movement, but the intent was clear.

Then, without hesitation, he removed the rest of his clothes and stood completely bare in front of her.

Unapologetic. Unflinching.

His body radiated confidence, and the way he raised an eyebrow said it all—your move.

It wasn't a question. It was a challenge.

Tianna's breath caught in her throat.

Every instinct screamed to turn away, to fight back, to flee. But she didn't. She couldn't.

Not after what had just happened. Not with what was at stake.

So she swallowed the knot in her throat and forced herself to move.

Her fingers trembled as she lifted the hem of her oversized white shirt.

It was baggy, long-sleeved, meant to hide her shape—meant to let her blend in.

Then came the jeans, heavy and loose around her waist, slipping off slowly as her resolve cracked with every inch.

And when they finally dropped to the floor, Ross let out a low whistle.

His eyes swept over her with open appreciation.

Tianna's curves were no longer hidden.

She stood in nothing but a pair of modest white underwear, the soft fabric clinging to her in a way that left very little to the imagination.

Her body was stunning—full, feminine, powerful in its quiet vulnerability.

But she didn't meet his gaze. She couldn't.

Her cheeks burned with a flush she couldn't stop, and her arms instinctively wrapped around her torso, as if that would shield her from his eyes.

To her surprise, Ross said nothing. He didn't reach for her. Didn't leer.

He simply turned and stepped into the tub, standing in silence with a content sigh, the chain between them clinking softly as he settled.

Tianna exhaled shakily.

At the very least, she was grateful he didn't touch her while she undressed.

He had watched, yes—but he hadn't pushed further. Not yet.

Still wearing her underwear, she climbed into the tub in front of him.

The space was spacious, but their bodies forced close together by both the bath and the cuff around their wrists.

It was awkward, uncomfortable.

For her.

Ross, however, looked completely at ease.

The metal around his wrist seemed like a minor inconvenience at best.

They stood too close.

He closed his eyes, letting the warmth of Tianna's body come unto him, as if none of this was a big deal..

But for Tianna, it was.

And yet, she endured it—silently, tightly holding on to the reason behind her sacrifice.

"Splash!"

Warm water poured suddenly from the showerhead above, cascading over them both.

The sound echoed softly off the tiled walls as steam slowly began to fill the space.

The unexpected shift made Tianna flinch at first, but she remained still, water streaming down her face and clinging to her hair, her lashes, her trembling shoulders.

It was then, beneath the falling water, that she finally allowed herself to truly look at him.

Her eyes moved—hesitant, searching—and settled on the man across from her.

Ross stood comfortably, unfazed by the water, his eyes half-lidded, strands of dark hair slicked back by the shower's flow.

His chest rose and fell with slow, steady breaths, the water tracing the ridges of his muscles—defined, sharp, and undeniably powerful.

His entire body looked like it had been carved with precision and intent, and Tianna, despite herself, felt a jolt of awe stir in her chest.

"Ah…"

She inhaled sharply, startled by her own reaction.

She had never seen a man so bare before—not in real life.

And certainly not like this.

Her past experience came only from quiet curiosity—watching videos, reading forums, asking questions under anonymous usernames.

Even her boyfriend Hugh had only ever kissed her. Nothing more.