[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-evil-mc-s-ntr-harem":3,"chapter-evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-691":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Evil MC's NTR Harem",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1831990,2438,"Chapter 691 Vortex","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-691",691,"\u003Cp>For a long moment, Jane said nothing. Her lips parted slightly, but no words came out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her mind was spinning, trying to reconcile the man standing before her with the one on the news.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had always known Joshua to be ambitious, calculating when needed—but corrupt? Capable of this kind of betrayal?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The silence stretched on, and finally, she blinked back the tears threatening to fall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It doesn’t matter,\" she said quietly. \"Josh... we’ll get through this. I promise. We’ll survive this.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She reached for his hand, her grip firm, even as her voice shook.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She tried to smile—to show strength, loyalty, love—but it faltered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her lips trembled, and the smile twisted into something pained and uncertain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He held her hand in both of his, lowering his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You shouldn’t have to stand by me in this.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But I will,\" she replied. \"Because you’re my husband. Because I still believe in the man I married—even if you made a terrible mistake.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And though her heart was breaking, Jane knew that this was just the beginning of a long, public, and painful fall from grace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But for now, she stayed beside him, not because she had all the answers, but because she was the only one left who hadn’t turned away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The following days brought nothing but misfortune for the senator.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Senator Imprisoned Without Bail.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The headline flashed across every news channel, plastered on papers in bold, unforgiving print.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jane stared at it in disbelief, her heart sinking as the reality settled in—her husband, once a respected and influential man, was now a prisoner awaiting trial.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fall from grace had been swift and brutal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There would be no bail, no comfort, and seemingly, no justice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a nightmare Jane couldn’t wake up from. In a sudden twist of fate, her world shattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man she had built a life with—the man who had stood beside her at countless charity galas, political dinners, and family celebrations—was now behind bars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first days were unbearable, filled with confusion, phone calls, and silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No explanations, no reassurances. Just chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if it was hard for him, it was excruciating for her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jane’s perfect, carefully curated life had turned upside down in the blink of an eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One moment, she was the wife of a powerful senator; the next, she was a social pariah.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Friends she once dined with no longer returned her calls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whispers followed her wherever she went—if she dared go out at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She found herself screaming into pillows at night, cursing everything: the justice system, the reporters, the betrayal she felt but couldn’t name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could everything go so wrong so quickly?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She couldn’t understand it, couldn’t accept it. It was as if the world had turned against her, and no one was willing to help.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their mansion—once the pride of their success—had been sealed off, declared a crime scene and impounded as potential evidence. Jane wasn’t even allowed to retrieve her belongings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was forced to check into a hotel, clutching a suitcase she barely had time to pack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each night, she stared at the ceiling of that cold, unfamiliar room as bills piled up on the nightstand, reminders of a life unraveling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She knew this couldn’t go on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The banks had frozen all their assets—hers included—leaving her with no access to their wealth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything they had worked for was now beyond her reach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Credit cards were declined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bank accounts were locked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She could barely cover the hotel bill, let alone hire the kind of legal team her husband desperately needed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Desperation clawed at her chest. She called everyone she could think of—old friends, political allies, even distant family members.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She begged, pleaded, tried to strike deals, but all she received were vague reassurances and hollow promises.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ll see what I can do,\" they said. \"Give it time.\" But time was the one thing she didn’t have.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one dared take her side. No one wanted to be associated with a sinking ship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the span of a few days, Jane had gone from a woman of power and privilege to someone utterly alone, abandoned by a world that once applauded her every move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And still, she clung to hope—bitter, fragile hope—that something, anything, would change.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This torment went on for nearly a month—day after day of silence, dread, and dwindling hope—until one morning, Jane’s phone buzzed with a call from an unknown number.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She picked it up immediately, heart pounding. Maybe it was a lawyer with good news.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe someone had finally come through for her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the moment she heard the voice on the other end, her blood ran cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A slap for a life. How do you like how things turned out for you, Jane? I hope you’re enjoying it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voice was mocking, calm, and unmistakably male. Jane froze in place, her fingers trembling around the phone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You?!\" she gasped, a wave of recognition crashing over her. The voice was familiar—too familiar. And it didn’t take her long to piece it together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Did you have anything to do with what happened to my husband?\" Her voice rose, laced with fury and disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Of course I did,\" the man replied smoothly. \"That one little slap? It was expensive. I don’t forget people who offend me, Jane. I make them pay. And your husband—well, he paid for your mistakes very well.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jane gritted her teeth, rage bubbling to the surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fuck you, Ross! You think you can just get away with this?! I’ll report you to the police! You’re finished, you sick, arrogant—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice cracked as hysteria took over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She screamed every curse she could think of, pacing back and forth in the hotel room, hair disheveled, eyes wild.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Ross didn’t interrupt her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He simply listened in silence, as if enjoying every second of her breakdown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, after several minutes of her ranting, he spoke again—calm, collected, and cruel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So... do you want to see your husband go free?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His words hung in the air like a dagger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jane went silent. Her breath caught in her throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What... what are you saying?\" she whispered, suddenly unsure of everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The game had just changed—and Ross was holding all the cards.\u003C\u002Fp>",1035,"2026-06-09T06:18:58.540Z",1,"novelbin.me","aed08befa15ec2d2d4693b138752fee67231ffb80e3779cd457a1afcd856ea55","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-692","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-690",1212,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fevil-mc-s-ntr-harem-cover.jpg"]