Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 1089: Chapter 1089 Icon

”We’re going to take back control,” she whispered. ”Ross thinks he’s untouchable—but everyone has a weakness. Everyone has a blind spot. And Ross? He has several.”

Lea held her breath, waiting.

Chelsea continued, her voice steady and confident. ”First, we watch him. Quietly. We see when he goes to see Mom, when he meets Karen, when he’s alone. We learn his routine. We learn everything.”

”Like... spying?” Lea asked.

”Exactly,” Chelsea replied. ”Then we gather evidence—something undeniable, something that would blow everything up if Ross ever tried to pull something on Mom or pressure her again.”

Lea slowly nodded, catching on. ”So we’re getting leverage.”

”Exactly.” Chelsea’s lips curled into a smirk. ”Then we confront him. Together. Not with tears, not with screaming—we confront him with cold, solid proof that we know everything. Proof that he can’t twist or deny.”

Lea’s pulse quickened with a mix of fear and excitement. ”And then what?”

”Then,” Chelsea said, eyes narrowing to a determined gleam, ”we make him back off. From Mom. From Karen. From our entire family.” She placed a hand on Lea’s shoulder. ”We’re not going to let him destroy us, Lea. Not him. Not ever.”

Lea inhaled shakily, but for the first time tonight, she felt something other than dread—she felt hope. Strength. Determination. She nodded firmly.

”Okay,” she said. ”Let’s do it. Let’s protect our family.”

And so the two sisters leaned over the table, whispering their plan into motion—piece by piece, step by step. The candles flickered as the night deepened, shadows dancing around them as if listening.

Their plan wouldn’t be easy.

It wouldn’t be safe.

But for their family, for their father, and for their mother’s dignity—they were willing to risk it all.

***

That night, after the household finally fell silent, the two sisters stayed awake in Lea’s room, sitting cross-legged on the floor with only a dim lamp lighting their faces.

They whispered for hours, going back and forth between panic, anger, and disbelief, until their murmurs eventually evolved into a fully formed plan.

Not a perfect plan, not a safe one—but the only thing they could do.

They refused to let their mother be swallowed by Ross’s influence without a fight.

By sunrise, they were ready.

Ding.

Ding.

Ding.

The sound echoed like soft bells each time Chelsea’s teleportation ability triggered.

Space twisted, reality folded, and in blinding flashes the sisters blinked in and out of existence across the far corners of Aegis.

One moment they were standing on the rusted rooftop of an abandoned dormitory; a heartbeat later they appeared deep within a forgotten training hall overrun with dust.

A third jump deposited them beside the shimmering swimming pool that marked Aegis’s perfect design.

But Ross was nowhere.

After another dozen teleports, Chelsea’s breathing grew ragged.

She leaned heavily against a cracked pillar, chest rising and falling rapidly.

”Wait... wait a minute,” she panted. ”I need a breather. My head’s spinning.”

Lea quickly stepped closer, steadying her with a hand.

She could see the faint tremor in Chelsea’s arms. Her teleportation was strong, but dragging another person through the folds of space over and over came with a steep cost.

Even Chelsea’s gifted body had limits.

”It’s okay, Chelsea. Take your time,” Lea said softly.

But inside, she was wilting.

Her shield ability could protect her body from blades and explosions—yet it couldn’t offer Chelsea even a drop of support.

Useless. Completely useless. The frustration weighed on her chest like a stone.

They rested beside the pillar. Hours passed.

They checked rooms, training grounds, the mess hall, the administrative wing—and even the forgotten alcoves where delinquent children used to hide.

Still nothing. Ross was like smoke slipping through their fingers.

When they finally teleported into the library, the air smelled of old books and cold stone.

Rows of shelves stood silently beneath the dim enchantment lamps.

Dust motes drifted in the air, untouched. No movement. No trace. No evidence of life.

Chelsea let out a long breath through her nose. ”Nothing. Again.”

Lea hugged her arms around herself. ”He’s avoiding us. He must be.”

”Or,” Chelsea muttered, eyes narrowing, ”he’s hiding because he knows what he did.”

They walked deeper into the library, past the study tables, past the tall windows.

The silence was suffocating. Their footsteps echoed too loudly.

Chelsea finally broke it. ”What day was it again... when you saw Ross and Mom in here?”

Lea stiffened.

The memory flashed behind her eyes—her mother’s flushed face, Ross’s hands gripping her, the sounds she shouldn’t have heard, the image she could not scrub from her mind no matter how hard she tried.

”I think it was Wednesday,” Lea whispered. ”If I’m not mistaken.”

Chelsea straightened slowly, every bit of exhaustion sliding away as her resolve sharpened. ”Okay. Then there’s only one more thing we can do.”

She held out her hand.

Lea took it without hesitation.

Chelsea swallowed, steadying herself. ”We’re not just going to search places anymore... We’re searching time.”

A low hum began to vibrate around them. The air thickened, shimmering like heated glass.

Small white sparks crawled across Chelsea’s fingertips.

”This might feel weird,” Chelsea warned quietly.

Lea nodded. ”Do it.”

Chelsea exhaled, and the world trembled.

The shelves blurred. The floor warped. Reality folded inward like collapsing paper.

A bright flare burst beneath their feet—

Ding.

Ding.

Ding.

And then—

They were gone.

***

Wednesday arrived far quicker than either sister expected.

They moved through the corridors of Aegis like shadows, barely breathing, barely blinking, every step filled with dread.

Chelsea kept her hand clasped tightly around Lea’s wrist, guiding her toward the library.

Lea’s shield flickered faintly around her body—a nervous reflex she couldn’t control.

When they reached the library doors, they exchanged a silent look.

Then they slipped inside.

The moment they entered, time seemed to slow.

The lamps cast long golden beams between the towering bookshelves, illuminating dust floating in the still air.

The sisters crept quietly to the exact corner Lea had seen before... and then froze.