[{"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-795":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},1832444,2438,"Chapter 795 Celebration","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-795",795,"\u003Cp>And now Ross—arrogant, smug, insufferably calm Ross—was walking in at the eleventh hour to steal the spotlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But there was no way around it. Corey glanced around the room, reading the faces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were already shifting toward Ross, already moving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Defeated, he swallowed his pride.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Fine,\" he said quietly. \"Okay.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross gave a single, satisfied nod. He didn’t gloat. He didn’t need to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good,\" he said, stepping forward. \"If we had more time, I would’ve gone with horror. Psychological, surreal, maybe a twist ending. Something that grabs the audience by the throat. But with only a little time left, romance is our best bet. Simple, emotional, intimate.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He let that hang in the air before continuing, his voice smooth and deliberate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We’re changing the cast. I’ll take the male lead. The female lead will be Cara.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the spark that lit the fuse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Corey sat upright, staring at him. \"Wait—what?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross turned toward him, unbothered. \"You heard me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No. I don’t agree to that.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross finally gave him his full attention, eyes cool and steady.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why not? You and Cara barely have anything real between you. The two of you? You’re just a love team. A gimmick for the cameras. There’s no depth.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That’s not true.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross raised an eyebrow. \"Isn’t it? She refused to do a kissing scene with you during the last shoot. I was there. Everyone was.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room shifted again—tense, awkward, full of people pretending not to watch but listening to every word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Corey looked away for a moment, his jaw clenched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was true.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cara had said she wasn’t ready. That it was too soon. She hadn’t even tried to fake it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d pulled away during the take, apologized, and claimed she needed time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the time, Corey had brushed it off, told the others it was just nerves. But it stung.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now, Ross was digging that knife deeper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You two are attracted to each other. Sure. Who wouldn’t be?\" Ross said, voice like velvet over steel. \"Cara’s gorgeous. You’ve got a decent face. That’s not love. That’s a spark. And sparks burn out fast.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took a step closer, his tone low, but clear enough for the entire room to hear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What I’m about to film—it needs something stronger than sparks. It needs fire. Control. Commitment. And I don’t have time for anyone who’s afraid to go all in.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned his back on Corey, dismissing him without another glance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ve already got a script in mind. A story of two people trapped in a lie and will have fast progression. It’ll be intimate. Beautiful. All I need is the right partner.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked to Cara.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t speak. She didn’t hesitate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stood up and walked toward him, silent and composed. Ross said something to her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instructions about the movie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Corey’s heart sank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She hadn’t even looked back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross gave her a nod and began issuing quiet instructions to his women, who were already moving to prepare costumes, makeup, lights, and sets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The living room transformed quickly. Furniture was shifted, props were gathered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A laptop was opened for last-minute script notes. They weren’t wasting a second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rest of the contestants stood awkwardly on the sidelines, waiting for instructions, still processing how quickly everything had changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Corey remained seated, frozen in place. His pride burned. His chest ached.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted to call her back, to say something that would make her change her mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But deep down, he knew—it wasn’t just about Ross stealing the role.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was that Cara hadn’t resisted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without a word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Ross?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn’t even looked triumphant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had expected it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because to Ross, this was never a question of if.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only when.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross took command without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment everyone agreed to follow him, the air in the house shifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gone was the aimless anxiety and half-hearted effort. In its place came a steady, pulsing energy—like something important was finally taking form.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He moved fast, wasting no time. Chairs were rearranged, curtains drawn, soft lighting set just right to create mood and shadows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The others followed his directions with quiet urgency. No one questioned him now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something in the way he spoke made it clear—Ross wasn’t just playing around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew what he was doing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He chose a minimalistic approach—no elaborate sets, no unnecessary fluff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no time for it. Everything had to be focused, precise, and emotionally charged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He scrapped the old plot entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gone was the cliché story about lovers reuniting at a class reunion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In its place was something deeper. Grittier. More human.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A story about a fake relationship built on appearances, cracking under the weight of real emotions neither side had planned for.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t just about love—it was about confusion, betrayal, pride, and the raw vulnerability of people caught in something they couldn’t control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross outlined the new scenes like a true director. Every moment mattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every line had a purpose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He handed out tasks and assigned roles with clarity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You hold the boom mic. You handle lighting. You... background extras, but stay silent.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he grabbed the main camera himself—refusing to trust anyone else with the most important part.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"From now on, listen and move on my cue,\" Ross said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Action!\" Ross barked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence fell instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The camera zoomed in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cara sat at the edge of the bed, her hands trembling as they clutched the hem of her dress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her shoulders quivered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stared at the floor for a few seconds, her chest rising and falling as though she were preparing herself for something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, she snapped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn you!\" she screamed, voice hoarse with anguish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wasn’t just reciting lines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was feeling them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tears streamed down her cheeks, and her words came out broken, like they had been trapped inside her for years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire house froze behind the scenes. Nobody moved, nobody blinked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Seth—their original director—stood completely still, watching in disbelief as Cara delivered a performance far beyond anything they’d seen from her before.\u003C\u002Fp>",1004,"2026-06-09T06:19:01.022Z",1,"novelbin.me","4437cab96970a6aca84ee7763caf5b98dfc9522341e381669c42c53865cbdd4e","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-796","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-794",1212,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fevil-mc-s-ntr-harem-cover.jpg"]