Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 951: Chapter 951 Miracle

Nina blinked, her lips parting slightly in shock. She had, of course, met Carrie before—Ross had never kept his circle small, and introductions were inevitable.

But she immediately understood what he meant this time.

This wasn’t about a polite introduction.

This was Ross revealing something bigger, something intimate, something that would change the dynamic between them completely.

Carrie wasn’t just another woman in Ross’s life. She was also his woman.

A swirl of emotions hit Nina all at once. Surprise. Unease. Curiosity.

And somewhere in the middle of it, a burning streak of jealousy that clawed at her chest.

She had just given herself to Ross fully, body and heart, and already she had to face the truth of sharing him.

Nina knew that she would get used to this truth fast especially that Ross has dozens of wives lining up for his time and attention.

Ross, of course, didn’t flinch.

He said it like a statement of fact, as though the decision was already made and she had only to accept it.

That was who he was—dominant, unapologetic, unshaken.

And against her better judgment, Nina couldn’t help but feel herself drawn deeper because of it.

But then another thought stabbed through her haze of feelings.

Zack.

She was still, on paper, Zack’s girlfriend.

She had let that boy hold onto her title, even while she had given everything else to Ross.

It felt dirty now, hypocritical, and more than that, dangerous. If Zack ever found out, things could spiral fast.

"I need to end the relationship with Zack as soon as possible," Nina thought grimly, her hands curling into fists at her sides.

The choice had already been made in her heart—Ross had claimed her completely.

She couldn’t let herself lose him over some flimsy attachment to Zack. Not now. Not ever.

She glanced at Ross then, his tall frame dominating the room, his presence filling the air until it was impossible to think of anyone else.

Nina knew, without a doubt, she would take that leap.

Whatever Carrie’s presence meant, whatever changes were coming, she wasn’t going to back down.

She would fight, she would adapt, and she would make sure she remained Ross’s woman—no matter what it cost.

***

Nina, of course, didn’t have to wait long to act.

The heaviness in her chest had been growing for days, a constant reminder of the choice she had already made in her heart.

Tuesday morning, she picked up her phone and called Zack.

She kept her voice calm, almost detached, though inside she felt a whirlwind of emotions—guilt, fear, and a lingering sense of exhilaration from the memories that haunted her.

They agreed to meet at a quiet, private restaurant, far from prying eyes.

She refused to be cruel enough to break up with him through a text.

She wasn’t the type to humiliate someone she had once cared for, and this was a delicate moment that deserved some level of dignity.

Nor could she do it at school, where gossip spread like wildfire and judgmental eyes would dissect every word, every glance.

Zack deserved more than whispers and rumors; he deserved at least this much.

When she arrived, Zack was already waiting. He stood as soon as he saw her, his posture casual, yet attentive.

His dark hair was neatly combed, his sharp features accentuated by the morning sunlight that filtered through the restaurant windows.

He looked effortlessly handsome, the kind of man who could make anyone’s heart skip a beat.

To anyone else, he would have been perfection. To Nina... he was just Zack.

Ordinary.

"What’s up, babe?" Zack greeted, his grin warm and genuine.

"You didn’t show up to school yesterday, and now today you’re skipping classes just to meet me? Not that I’m complaining. I missed you." His tone was playful, teasing, as if he were trying to lighten the air with charm and familiarity.

Nina slid into the booth across from him, and for a brief second, she caught herself almost smiling.

Almost.

But the memory of Ross—his strength, his presence, the way he had consumed her both physically and emotionally—pushed everything else away.

That spark, the one that had once made Zack irresistible to her, had been completely extinguished.

She studied him carefully, really looked at him for the first time in weeks.

He was perfect in so many ways, kind and attentive, loyal and steady.

But he could never compete with the chaos, the heat, the raw power of what she had experienced with Ross.

She could feel the contrast in her veins like fire—Zack was safe, predictable; Ross was dangerous, overwhelming, and utterly addictive.

Her chest tightened as a wave of guilt swept over her.

She had made mistakes, yes, but she couldn’t undo what had already happened.

She had tasted desire, and it had shown her a side of herself she couldn’t ignore.

She was not the same Nina who had once been content with Zack’s love and care.

This is harder than I originally imagined, she thought, fingers nervously fidgeting on her lap.

But I can’t live a lie anymore. I can’t keep pretending that what I feel is the same as what I used to feel.

Her eyes lingered on Zack’s, searching for some spark of recognition, some understanding of the storm that had overtaken her.

All she saw was love and trust, and the realization cut her like a blade.

She felt her throat tighten, and yet she knew she had to speak, had to end it before it dragged on any longer.

"I... Zack," she began, her voice soft, hesitant at first. She swallowed hard, steadying herself. "I need to tell you something... something important."

Zack leaned forward slightly, his brow furrowing, a small frown forming.

"What is it? You’re scaring me, Nina..." His voice carried genuine concern, and her heart ached at how wrong she was about to make things.

"I... I can’t... I can’t be with you anymore," she admitted, her words trembling but firm.