[{"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-830":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},1832279,2438,"Chapter 830 Success","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-830",830,"\u003Cp>Whoever had picked up didn’t speak, perhaps wondering who was calling from an unfamiliar number.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross didn’t let the pause last long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice was calm, deliberate, yet edged with enough steel to make even the bystanders shift uncomfortably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don Carlo, this is Ross Oakley,\" he began, every syllable rolling off his tongue like the opening move of a chess master.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I have your son here, blocking my way and making trouble. I want a final fix to this problem. If I’m not satisfied with the ending, then I’ll have to visit your house in person. I know we haven’t had the pleasure of meeting, so I’m looking forward to your failure.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The street seemed to shrink around them as the words hung in the cold night air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Kenny’s cocky grin faltered just a little, though he tried to cover it up with a scoff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The men standing behind him exchanged nervous glances, as if suddenly aware they were standing in the wrong place at the wrong time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A beat of silence followed before a deep, weathered voice spoke from the other side of the line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Understood. Sorry for this inconvenience. I’ll fix it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The call ended without another word, and the atmosphere shifted immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not five minutes later, the distant growl of engines filled the street.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several black luxury sedans rounded the corner in a tight formation, their headlights slicing through the darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Doors opened before the cars even came to a full stop, and men in dark suits moved with silent, precise coordination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They didn’t ask questions. They didn’t hesitate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kenny was seized by the arm and nearly lifted off his feet as they dragged him toward one of the cars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His goons were dealt with just as swiftly, their protests ignored.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tires squealed against asphalt as the convoy prepared to leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hey, fuckheads! Be careful! Do you know who I am?!\" Kenny shouted, his voice cracking between outrage and panic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But no one acknowledged him—not even his own men.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His words were swallowed by the roar of burning rubber as the cars vanished into the night, leaving nothing but the faint stench of exhaust in the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross pocketed his phone and adjusted his jacket like nothing had happened, his expression unreadable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To him, it was just another minor inconvenience handled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To everyone else watching, it was a reminder—Ross Oakley didn’t just win fights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He ended them without lifting a finger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross looked at Ella with a slow, confident smile—one that made her heart race and her body ache with anticipation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Come, my dear Ella. Let’s continue with some more fucking... at your home.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took her hand gently, yet with undeniable authority, guiding her down the quiet street toward his car.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The night was far from over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They would retreat to the privacy of Ella’s luxurious home, a place where passion could ignite without restraint, away from prying eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that sanctuary, Mario—the weak, broken husband—would have no choice but to watch, powerless and defeated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His silent tears of jealousy and regret would be the only soundtrack to their intimate conquest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross’s grin deepened as he slid into the driver’s seat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was eager for the pleasures still to come, ready to claim every inch of the beautiful woman beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But while Ross savored the night, far away in a dark, cold chamber, Kenny’s world was unraveling in a very different way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Naked, battered, and trembling, Kenny knelt before his father—a towering figure consumed by wrath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Father, please... stop!\" Kenny’s voice cracked with desperation, mingled with shame and pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his pleas fell on deaf ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The elder man’s eyes blazed with fury, his grip tight on the leather whip that cracked through the stale air with savage precision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pak!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pak!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pak!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each strike ripped mercilessly into Kenny’s skin, leaving deep welts that bled dark, sticky blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His handsome face was streaked with tears—tears born from pain, humiliation, and a crushing sense of failure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room was small, the shadows long and cold, illuminated only by the flickering light of a lone candle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The harsh sounds of the whip echoed, mingling with Kenny’s ragged sobs, creating a symphony of torment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His father’s voice was low, cold, and filled with icy disdain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You disgrace the family, Kenny. Weakness like yours has no place here. Not only that, you’re even so stupid! I can’t believe that you’re my son at all!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kenny’s body shook with each lash, but his spirit cracked the most.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The weight of his father’s wrath crushed him far deeper than the whip ever could.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The torture continued, each lash and strike echoing through the cold, dimly lit chamber until Kenny’s hoarse screams dwindled into pitiful whimpers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air was thick with the stench of blood and sweat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only Kenny’s screams decorated the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eventually, even that fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice had broken, his throat too raw to cry out, leaving only the faint, ragged sound of his breathing—weak, uneven, and fading.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The men exchanged grim looks but did not stop; their orders were clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time the last echo died, the oppressive quiet that followed felt heavier than the screams had ever been.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kenny’s body was a ruin—bruises swelling like dark blooms across his skin, deep welts from the whip cutting into flesh, and blood trickling down in thin, pitiful streams.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet somehow, his mind clung to consciousness, his eyes glassy but still defiant in the dim light of the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His lips trembled as he spoke, the words barely a whisper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why...?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a long moment, Don Carlo didn’t answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man simply stood there, looming like a shadow carved from stone, his hands clasped behind his back as he paced slowly before his broken son.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His polished shoes clicked against the marble floor with cold precision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, he stopped and fixed Kenny with a glare so sharp it seemed to slice through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I told you,\" the Don’s voice was low, each word bitten off with controlled fury.\u003C\u002Fp>",1001,"2026-06-09T06:19:01.620Z",1,"novelbin.me","55775553f2c8af484800f93547e87c468e06d660e7eeff5649043a9e1231ad40","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-831","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-829",1212,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fevil-mc-s-ntr-harem-cover.jpg"]