Evil MC's NTR Harem

"I have a surprise for you. Open your bank account and see."

Frowning, she tilted her head, puzzled by the cryptic message.

Still, she followed his instructions, navigating to her bank's app with a mix of curiosity and skepticism.

But when her account balance loaded, her breath hitched. Her hand flew to her mouth as her eyes widened in sheer disbelief.

There it was—a fresh deposit of $100 million.

Her heart pounded in her chest, the absurdity of the number making her lightheaded.

She blinked, shook her head, and stared again, hoping she was hallucinating.

But the figure didn't change. One hundred million dollars. No more, no less.

April's mind raced. The amount was staggering, almost incomprehensible.

It was more money than she had ever imagined in her wildest dreams.

For a moment, she just sat there, frozen, her phone trembling in her hands as the enormity of what Ross had done sank in.

Finally, her fingers moved, typing out a reply with trembling urgency.

"I can't accept this."

The response came almost immediately, as if Ross had been waiting for her message.

"Of course you can. If you won't, then throw it away. I don't take back what I've already given."

Her breath hitched again as she read his reply. Her emotions surged, and tears began to well up in her eyes.

A soft sob escaped her lips, and she quickly wiped it away, glancing around to make sure no one was watching.

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How could she possibly comprehend this?

Just months ago, she had seen Ross as an arrogant playboy, a self-indulgent monster who thrived on flaunting his wealth and charm.

And to think, just two weeks ago, he had been a monster who had taken everything from her.

But now… now, he was something else entirely.

A benefactor?

A savior?

No word seemed fitting enough to describe what he had just done for her.

With this money, April realized, she could transform lives.

Her parents, who had struggled for years to make ends meet, could finally have a home of their own—no more renting, no more uncertainty.

She could create scholarships for underprivileged students, giving them a chance to escape the cycle of poverty and chase their dreams.

She could make a real difference, not just as the president of the Supreme Student Council, but as someone who had the power to change lives for the better.

To leave this money untouched in her account would be a waste, a betrayal of her principles.

She took a deep, steadying breath, wiping away her tears as she composed her next message.

"Come see me at lunch break. I also have a surprise for you."

Hitting send, she leaned back in her chair, her mind already racing with plans.

Whatever it took, she would find a way to repay Ross's kindness—not just in words, but in actions.

For the first time in her life, she felt the weight of immense opportunity and responsibility resting on her shoulders.

As the minutes ticked by, her resolve hardened.

This wasn't just a gift—it was a turning point.

And she would make sure that every cent of Ross's generosity counted, not just for herself, but for everyone who needed a second chance at life.

Lunch couldn't come fast enough.

A few hours passed, and lunchtime arrived.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

"April, someone's looking for you," one of her friends said, nudging her toward the door.

Curious, she turned her gaze—and there he was.

Ross Oakley.

A man April could no longer define in simple terms of black and white.

He stood at the doorway, clad in his usual white shirt and black jeans.

The clothes fit snugly, highlighting the subtle yet noticeable transformation in his physique.

In just two weeks, he had put on muscle, shedding the thin, almost frail appearance he had sported months ago.

While his face might still be considered average by conventional standards, there was something magnetic about him now.

It wasn't his features that drew attention—it was the unshakable confidence in his eyes, the commanding stance that spoke of someone who knew exactly what he wanted and how to get it.

This was no longer the Ross of the past.

This was a strong, willful man, radiating an aura of determination that made him impossible to ignore.

April thanked her friend with a polite nod and immediately stood up to meet Ross by the door.

"A surprise?" Ross asked, his lips curling into a mischievous smile, the sparkle in his eyes making her heart race.

"Yes. Come on, lover boy," April teased, her voice soft and inviting, a playful grin lighting up her face.

She had quickly learned how to handle Ross's unpredictable personality.

Despite their brief time together, she could already see through much of his exterior.

Yes, he was undeniably lewd, maybe even obsessed with sex, and there was no doubt he was ruthless in his pursuit of what he wanted.

But beneath it all, he had an unspoken code—he was a man of passion, not violence.

He never hurt his women, never raised a hand to them.

Instead, he overwhelmed them with pleasure, lifting them to euphoric heights most could only dream of.

Ross wasn't perfect, far from it, but April found herself appreciating the nuances of his personality.

He was strong and capable, exuding an aura of confidence that made him difficult to resist.

In truth, he wasn't just a man to be tolerated—he was a man who was dangerously easy to love.

As they walked across campus, Ross casually slung his arm over April's shoulders, his confidence unmistakable.

His touch was possessive but not forceful, a subtle declaration that she was his.

April didn't pull away.

She had grown used to their closeness, even relished it in a way she wouldn't openly admit.

Their casual display of affection didn't go unnoticed. Whispers erupted around them like wildfire.

Groups of students paused mid-conversation to turn and stare, their eyes following Ross and April's every step.

Ross, ever the troublemaker, couldn't resist being naughty.

With a sly grin, Ross cupped April's ample bosom, giving her a firm squeeze that was as intimate as it was bold, completely unfazed by the shocked students who stared in disbelief at his actions.