Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 1091: Chapter 1091 Tennis

Chelsea’s jaw tightened. She opened her mouth, then closed it, as though no words could fully capture her shock.

Ross glanced between them, eyes glittering with that maddening, effortless confidence.

“I have to admit, I almost admire your audacity,” he continued, voice calm, even teasing. “But you really think you can threaten me? Really?”

The sisters shared a quick, horrified glance. This wasn’t the reaction they’d expected.

They had prepared for anger, maybe denial, even some attempt at hiding the truth—but not this cold, unbothered indifference.

Not someone treating their mother, their father, their family, like objects on a chessboard.

Ross let out a soft sigh, stretching his arms slightly. “Honestly, if that’s all you wanted to say… I’ll be going. I still have a wedding to prepare, after all.” His hand moved toward the doorknob, casual, deliberate.

And then—

“Wait!” Chelsea’s voice shattered the quiet like a thunderclap.

Ross paused mid-motion. Slowly, almost lazily, he turned his head back toward her, expression curious but cautious.

Chelsea’s chest rose and fell rapidly, her fists clenching so tightly her nails bit into her palms.

Her mind raced, a thousand plans, fears, and wild ideas colliding at once.

Lea’s hands were trembling slightly. She glanced at her sister, eyes wide. “Chelsea… be careful,” she whispered.

Ross’s lips curved into a faint smirk as he leaned slightly against the doorframe, waiting.

“Well?” His voice was low, deceptively soft, but there was an unmistakable edge in it.

“What else do you want to say? Or is this just another empty threat?”

Chelsea straightened, locking eyes with him, her voice steady now, razor-sharp. “It’s not a threat. It’s a promise.”

Ross’s eyes flickered with interest, though he said nothing.

The tension in the room thickened like a storm about to break. Every heartbeat felt deafening.

“Do you really think you can just walk in here and—” he started, but Chelsea cut him off.

“I don’t think it,” she said, her words deliberate, each one striking like a hammer.

“I know it. And if you don’t listen, Ross… you’re going to regret it.”

For the first time, the smirk faltered slightly. Ross studied her face, eyes darkening.

Chelsea had never looked so fearless—so unrelenting.

Lea felt a flicker of hope amidst the fear. Whatever Chelsea had planned, it was dangerous—but maybe… just maybe, it could work.

Ross straightened, a new tension threading his posture.

“Interesting,” he murmured. “I do love a girl who dares to challenge me.”

Chelsea didn’t flinch. She didn’t smile. She just held his gaze.

And for the first time that night, the balance in the room felt… fragile.

The air between them crackled. Something was about to happen—and no one would leave unchanged.

“Do it, Lea!” Chelsea hissed, her fingers trembling even though she tried to hide it.

They had argued for hours about this plan, rehearsed it in whispers, convinced themselves it would at least scare Ross enough to make him back off.

Lea’s heart pounded so violently she felt it in her throat. Still, she obeyed.

She lifted her hand and drew in a shaky breath.

A faint glow pulsed from her palm and then expanded outward—thin at first, like soap film catching the light, then thickening into a shimmering translucent cocoon that snapped closed around Ross.

The room dimmed for a moment as the spell flashed.

Ross didn’t even flinch.

Chelsea and Lea exchanged a hopeful glance, their fear warring with a fragile spark of confidence.

Maybe… maybe this would work.

Ross tilted his head, inspecting the glowing construct pinning him in place.

A smile—slow, amused, almost affectionate—curved across his lips.

“Cute,” he said lightly. “But not cute enough.”

He raised a single hand and brushed his fingers against the barrier as if dusting off lint.

The sound came instantly.

Crack.

A thin fracture split down the shield. Then another. And another.

The sisters watched in horror as the entire construct splintered like a pane of frozen glass struck by a hammer.

Shards scattered across the air, hanging in place for a heartbeat before fading into vapor that curled toward the floor.

Lea stumbled back, her breath catching. “N-No way…”

Chelsea felt cold all over. That had been their strongest attempt. If that couldn’t hold him for even a second—

Ross stepped forward, completely unharmed, brushing his shoulder as though the confinement spell had simply been an inconvenience.

“Be good girls,” he said, his tone softened by amusement yet edged with authority.

“I won’t hurt you two. I like Karen and Marissa far too much for that. So consider yourselves lucky.”

He turned his back to them, already reaching for the doorknob.

The message was clear: their resistance didn’t matter.

But desperation overrode pride.

“Wait!” Chelsea blurted out, her voice cracking.

She took a single step forward—and vanished. An instant later she reappeared by the doorway, bracing one arm against the frame to block his exit, even as her knees trembled beneath her.

Ross stopped.

Slowly, he dropped his head, raising an eyebrow.

Chelsea swallowed hard. “There… there must be something we can do. Some kind of deal. Just—just tell us. If we can get you to stop involving yourself with our family, we’ll do it.”

A tense silence fell.

Lea stared at her sister in shock, unable to speak, her palms sweating. This wasn’t part of the plan.

This was surrender.

Ross fully turned around, his smile deepening, the amusement in his eyes sharpening into something else—curiosity, calculation, desire, dominance.

It was impossible to tell which.

“Oh?” he murmured. “Now that is interesting.”

He took a slow step toward Chelsea. Then another until he was close enough to kiss Chelsea.

Chelsea forced herself not to back away. Lea couldn’t tell if her sister was brave or reckless.

“If you’re really that desperate,” Ross said at last, voice low and smooth, “and if you’re truly serious about making me stop… then yes. I can think of a thing or two that would satisfy me.”

Lea’s mouth went dry. She felt the answer before she heard it. Chelsea’s fists tightened at her sides.

Ross leaned forward slightly, a slow, predatory smile spreading across his face.

“But the real question,” he said softly, “is this…”

His gaze drifted over the two sisters, lingering in a way that made both of them tense up.

“Do either of you have what it takes to do it?”

His words hung in the air like a test, a temptation, and a threat all at once.