[{"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-770":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},1832419,2438,"Chapter 770 Call","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-770",770,"\u003Cp>\"I’m here,\" Lily said softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her words cut through the charged silence like a spark in dry grass, and Ross turned to her with a smile—genuine, knowing, and just a little amused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lily had followed her gut. She didn’t know why, exactly. Maybe it was foolish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe it was her youth talking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But something deep inside her told her this was the right choice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If she walked away now, she knew she’d lie awake at night wondering what could have been.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That kind of regret—the quiet, lingering kind that eats away at you over time—was something she never wanted to carry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t just about Ross. It was about herself. Her agency. Her choice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People might call her naïve. Maybe even reckless. But she didn’t care.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She would rather leap and fall than stand on the edge for the rest of her life wondering what if.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And if this turned out to be a mistake?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then it would be her mistake to own, to learn from, and never apologize for.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross chuckled, breaking the tension. \"Looks like I need a bigger bed.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I guess you do,\" Lily replied with a small grin, her voice steadier now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She walked across the room and sat next to Tianna, who gave her a subtle, understanding nod.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The energy in the room shifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone was still. All eyes moved to Steve, who looked like he’d just been punched in the gut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t believe it. Lily? Of all people?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just a few minutes ago, he had thought he had a chance—thought she might actually side with him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, she had chosen Ross. Willingly. Boldly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had no idea how Ross did it, how he kept turning things in his favor like some kind of magnetic force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t just charm—it was deeper than that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was something about him that drew girls in, especially the ones untouched and unsure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the worst part?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross didn’t even look like he was trying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Unbelievable,\" Steve muttered under his breath, his jaw tight, fists clenched at his sides.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross glanced at him briefly, his smile unfading, as if silently reminding him: This is the difference between us.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Steve felt it. Sharp and cold. The sting of being outclassed in every way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, Lily sat calmly, her heart pounding but her face composed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had made her decision. And whatever came next, she was ready to face it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The floor is yours now, boy. Speak your piece,\" Ross said coolly, his voice dripping with amusement as his fingers lazily caressed Heaven’s thigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gesture wasn’t just possessive—it was deliberate, a declaration. And it hit Steve like a hammer to the gut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His jaw clenched, his fists tightened, and for a moment, rage flashed in his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he swallowed it down, forced his breath to steady. Losing his temper wouldn’t get her back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, he ignored Ross. Pretended the man didn’t exist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned to Heaven, his eyes filled with wounded betrayal, and stepped forward slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I can’t believe you did this to me... to us,\" Steve said, his voice rough, heavy with emotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"After everything we’ve been through. After all the years—every laugh, every fight, every damn memory.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took another step toward her, his eyes never leaving hers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We had something real, Heaven. Or at least I thought we did. And now, just like that, you’ve thrown it all away?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t respond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her face remained unreadable, but Steve pushed forward, desperation creeping into his voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We can still make this right. It’s not too late. Just walk out of this damned house with me. Forget all of this. I forgive you,\" he said, placing his hand over his chest. \"Even after everything, I still—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He paused, letting his voice crack just slightly, perfectly timed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I still love you. More than you’ll ever know.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes shimmered under the soft lighting, as if on the verge of tears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His entire posture screamed vulnerability.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked like a broken man—someone who had just lost the love of his life and was begging for one last chance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was all an act.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath that soft voice and sorrowful gaze, Steve was seething. He didn’t feel heartbreak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt rage. Humiliation. Heaven had embarrassed him—disrespected him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in front of Ross, no less. It wasn’t just betrayal; it was war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The truth was simple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Heaven made the mistake of believing him—if she bought the lie and came back to him—he would make her pay. Slowly. Cruelly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First, he’d fuck her until he’d taken everything from her: her pride, her light, her hope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And once he was done—once she was broken and hollow—he’d pass her off to his boys.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One by one. Again and again. Until she begged for death, until she couldn’t even remember what love felt like.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That would be her punishment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For being a slut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For spreading her legs for the first man who batted his lashes at her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For making him look like a fool.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But none of that showed on his face. On the surface, Steve was the picture of sincerity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The kind of man who had just watched the love of his life slip through his fingers and was praying for a miracle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Please,\" he whispered, voice low and trembling. \"Choose me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room fell silent. Even Ross, for once, said nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All eyes were on Heaven, who now sat frozen between two paths—one lined with promises, the other with unspoken danger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And somewhere in that silence, Ross’s smirk deepened just a little. Because he could see it too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Steve’s mask was cracking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it was only a matter of time before everyone saw the monster underneath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heaven was quiet for a long time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes lingered on Steve, searching his face for something—maybe sincerity, maybe the boy she used to know.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But whatever she was hoping to find, it wasn’t there. Not anymore. Too much had changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe she had, too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, she drew in a breath and spoke, her voice soft but steady.\u003C\u002Fp>",1005,"2026-06-09T06:19:01.022Z",1,"novelbin.me","7df553a7e8775a89c472e99cca7b1fd7af422ca5742dc6efecd757f016b0e0fa","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-771","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-769",1212,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fevil-mc-s-ntr-harem-cover.jpg"]