Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 102 A Twist of Fate

Rossʼs life had settled back into a comfortable rhythm. School was no longer a mundane chore but an enjoyable escape where he could bask in the adoration of peers, revel in his reputation, and spend quality time with his girlfriends and friends.

With wealth, fame, and power at his disposal, Ross was living the dream. For once, he found little to complain about in his seemingly perfect life.

Even Mary, who had once been distant, was slowly bridging the gap between them. She played her cards carefully, inching closer to Ross day by day, weaving her way into his circle with subtle gestures and carefully chosen words. Experience tales at empire

It was a slow dance of trust and familiarity, and Ross, despite his sharp instincts, was allowing her to get closer—perhaps out of curiosity, or perhaps because it amused him.

Everything seemed to be going his way until an unexpected message arrived, introducing a new twist to his otherwise predictable routine.

His phone buzzed during a quiet moment, and a notification popped up.

”Hello, Ross Oakley. This is April Carter, president of the Supreme Student Council. On behalf of the student body, Iʼd like to humbly ask for your kind support through a donation to our scholarship fund for deserving students. We are knocking on your generous heart and hoping for a positive response. Have a great day, and God bless you.”

Ross stared at the message, intrigued. Who was April Carter?

He couldnʼt recall hearing about her before, and the tone of the message—so formal yet daring—piqued his interest. Instead of replying immediately, Ross decided to satisfy his curiosity in his own unique way.

Activating his divine sense, he delved into her background, effortlessly uncovering details about the mysterious student council president. As he pieced together her story, a slow smile spread across his face.

”A lovely girl from a poor family,” he murmured, almost to himself. ”Bright, ambitious, proud, and with a strong moral compass. A true rarity.”

April Carter wasnʼt just any girl. She was a great beauty in her own right, with striking features and a natural elegance that set her apart.

Yet her humble origins had kept her from rising to the spotlight occupied by the likes of Sophia Ashcroft, whose wealth and social status made her an obvious choice for Rossʼs attention in the past.

He recalled how he had dismissed girls like April before—those who lacked the glittering allure of wealth and power.

Sophia had always been at the top of his list, not only because she was breathtakingly beautiful but also because her prestige made her a coveted prize.

But now, things were different. For the first time, Ross felt his priorities shifting. Aprilʼs boldness in approaching him, combined with her charm and resilience, was enough to capture his attention.

More than that, he called it fate above all.

”Sheʼs different,” he mused, leaning back in his chair. ”Unpolished but genuine. A diamond in the rough.”

The idea of pursuing April was tantalizing. It wasnʼt just about her looks or personality—it was the challenge she represented.

Winning over someone like her, who valued integrity and hard work, would be a new kind of conquest.

Ross chuckled to himself, already envisioning how things might unfold.

April Carter had unknowingly stepped into his world, and she wouldnʼt leave unscathed. A new game was afoot, and Ross was ready to play.

Ross casually tinkered with his phone, crafting a reply to the text he had just received. His expression was one of smug confidence as his fingers danced over the phone keys.

”Iʼll donate a hundred million dollars for your councilʼs scholarship fund, giving you absolute discretion over how to use the money. You can even pocket it if you want. But I only ask for one thing in return. I want you, April Carter. I want you spreading your legs for me when I want, where I want, and how I want.”

Satisfied with his audacious response, Ross hit send.

DING!

April Carterʼs phone vibrated, the notification lighting up her screen. Curious, she opened the message, and as her eyes scanned the text, her expression shifted from disbelief to a quiet, simmering rage.

She read it again, and then once more, to ensure there had been no mistake.

”What a sad, pathetic lowlife,” she muttered to herself, shaking her head in disappointment.

April was no stranger to indecent proposals. Ever since high school, her beauty had made her a target for the crude desires of men who mistook her ambition for an invitation.

She had always stood firm, refusing to let their vulgarity tarnish her spirit. But this—coming from Ross Oakley, the popular, seemingly untouchable figure she had once respected—stung in a different way.

It wasnʼt just the offer; it was the sheer arrogance of it. She had expected more from him, someone who appeared larger-than-life in the eyes of their peers.

Yet here he was, no better than the countless boys who saw her as nothing more than a conquest.

Without a second thought, April deleted the message, erased Rossʼs number from her phone, and resolved to move forward.

”If thereʼs a will, thereʼs a way,” she told herself, taking a deep breath to steady her resolve.

April returned her focus to the scholarship fund.

Despite Rossʼs offensive proposition, she was determined to find another way to secure the much-needed resources for the underprivileged students she wanted to help.

Her vision was clear: to create opportunities for children from poor neighborhoods to pursue their dreams.

Student loans might be an option, but she aimed for something more—something that wouldnʼt burden these students with debt.

Late into the evening, April stayed in the Supreme Student Councilʼs office, poring over proposals and contacting potential donors.

The small, tucked-away space on campus had become her sanctuary, a place where she could work tirelessly to make her vision a reality.

As the clock struck nine, April finally packed up her things, her mind still buzzing with ideas and strategies. She was exhausted but felt a sense of accomplishment.

Just as she stepped outside into the cool night air, her phone buzzed again. This time, it wasnʼt another donor or a crude proposition.

”Hi, babe! Iʼm already at the parking lot waiting for you.”

The message made her smile. Aprilʼs expression softened, and for a moment, the weight of the day lifted. There was at least one bright spot in her hectic life, and she was grateful for it.

Clutching her bag, she made her way to the parking lot, where someone who truly cared about her was waiting.

Unfortunately, the nightʼs ending turned out to be vastly different from what she had initially anticipated.