Evil MC's NTR Harem

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By August 2028, Ross was already deep into planning his wedding with Hazel.

”Itʼs about time, donʼt you think? Weʼve waited long enough,” Ross said, his deep voice laced with amusement as he looked at the stunning redhead before him. Her emerald eyes flickered with emotion as she gazed at him.

Hazel exhaled softly and nodded. ”Yeah… I guess youʼre right, Ross. Weʼve been together for years now. Thereʼs no reason to keep putting it off.”

A small smirk tugged at Rossʼs lips. ”Exactly. This time, no delays, no distractions—just us.”

Without wasting time, the couple invited Hazelʼs parents and her brother to Parkland City to assist in the wedding preparations. After all, they wanted this ceremony to be nothing short of perfect.

They all knew that Altheaʼs wedding had been rushed, a mere formality shared with many other women. It hadnʼt been special, not in the way Hazel deserved.

But this time, things would be different. This time, the wedding would be solely about Hazel and Ross—a grand, intimate celebration that would be remembered forever.

The date was set for December, giving them several months to ensure everything was planned meticulously. Every detail, from the venue to the guest list, would be carefully curated.

Ross spared no expense—after all, Hazel was one of his most cherished women, and he intended to give her a wedding fit for a queen.

However, when the time came for Hazelʼs family to arrive, only her parents showed up. Liam, as expected, was nowhere to be seen.

His absence was unsurprising; Ross could already picture his bitter scowl, the unspoken resentment simmering beneath the surface.

There was no doubt that Liam was still sulking, unable to accept the fact that Ross had been intimate with his sisters while he, himself, had been left out. Liam could not fuck his sisters in the end.

Robert, Hazelʼs father, whistled lowly as he took in the massive estate before him. His eyes roamed over the mansion, noting its sheer size and the pristine condition of the surrounding gardens.

Ross had expanded the property over the years, ensuring that his growing family and numerous wives had all the space they needed—and he had done so spectacularly.

”Youʼve got a damn fine house here, Ross. Mustʼve cost you a fortune,” Robert said, arms crossed as he admired the architecture.

Ross smirked slightly. ”Not as much as youʼd think. I got it for cheap,” he lied smoothly. ”But I put a lot of work into renovating. Took some time, but I made sure it turned into what you see today.”

Robert nodded in approval, glancing around once more before stepping forward.

Trinity, Hazelʼs mother, lingered near the entrance. Her gaze flickered over the mansion, but her body language betrayed a subtle nervousness.

”I like it here,” she said softly, her voice laced with an unfamiliar edge. ”Even the air smells so fresh and… nice.”

She smiled, but there was something hesitant in her expression. From start to finish, she avoided looking directly at Ross. The memories of what had transpired between them years ago were still fresh in her mind—especially now.

Ross, of course, noticed. He could see it in the way she refused to meet his gaze, in the slight stiffness of her posture. He knew exactly what she was thinking.

After all, her secret affair with him had forever changed the dynamics of her marriage. Robert, oblivious to the past, still treated her the same—but deep down, Trinity knew things had never been the same. The guilt, the longing, the undeniable regret… it all weighed on her.

And yet, despite everything, Ross could still see the way her breath hitched when he was near. He smirked inwardly but chose not to address it. There was no need to stir the pot.

For now, his focus was on Hazel—and making sure that, this time, their wedding would be nothing short of perfect.

With such a long-awaited reunion, Robert, Trinity, Althea, and Hazel enjoyed themselves to the fullest. Laughter filled the grand halls of Rossʼs mansion, and for once, there were no lingering tensions, no underlying awkwardness—just the warmth of family coming together. Even little Alistair, despite being the youngest among them, was caught up in the excitement.

”Wow! Why are you still so beautiful, Grandma?” Alistair suddenly blurted out, his innocent voice cutting through the chatter. His bright eyes shimmered with admiration as he gazed at Trinity.

”I thought grandmothers were supposed to be wrinkly and old, with hunched backs and slow movements. But you… you look amazing! Youʼre like a goddess! I think youʼre even more beautiful than some of my stepmothers in the house!”

His words, spoken without a trace of hesitation, drew chuckles from everyone. The boy had not yet learned how to lie—everything he said came straight from the heart. It was his first time meeting his grandparents, and from the moment he laid eyes on Trinity, he was enamored.

Ross sat back, smirking. He wasnʼt surprised. Trinity had always been a stunning woman, and time had done little to dull her beauty. Even now, she barely looked a day over forty, her features still refined, her body still carrying that graceful allure.

Trinity let out a soft laugh, shaking her head as she knelt to Alistairʼs level.

”I see you inherited your fatherʼs sweet mouth, little Al,” she said, ruffling his hair affectionately.

”But I am old, and one day, Iʼll become exactly what you described—wrinkly, slow, and hunched over.” She smiled, a hint of nostalgia in her eyes.

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”But for now, Iʼll happily take the compliment. Come here, you adorable little sweet-talker.”

Alistair giggled as she scooped him up into her arms, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

The night continued in high spirits, with food, laughter, and an endless flow of drinks. The feast was grand—Ross had spared no expense, ensuring only the finest dishes and vintage wines graced the table.

Stories were shared, memories relived, and even the occasional teasing between siblings filled the air.