Evil MC's NTR Harem

Night had settled in by the time Natalie met up with her boyfriend, Ryan. They had agreed to have dinner together, and now, seated across from him, she could hardly bring herself to meet his eyes.

She forced a small smile as they made light conversation, but the weight of what she was about to do made her chest feel tight, her heart heavy with dread. She didn't want to go through with it, but she knew it was the right thing to do.

As Ryan talked, his voice bright and cheerful, she couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. She had spent so much time and effort looking for someone like him—a man who made her feel safe, who could make her laugh even on her worst days.

Ryan had been that man, kind and warm, and he'd filled her life with a kind of joy she'd once thought was impossible to find. But somewhere along the way, fate has decided to intervene. She didn't want to keep him in the dark or pretend they had a future together when her circumstances had changed for the worst.

Taking a shaky breath, Natalie looked down, nervously picking at the edge of her napkin. "I have something important to tell you, Ryan," she began, her voice barely above a whisper, but steady.

Ryan immediately noticed the change in her tone. He tilted his head, his expression softening with concern. "Oh no… I don't like the sound of this," he replied with a light chuckle, still trying to keep the mood up with his usual humor.

He'd always been that way—his easygoing, playful charm had once been one of the reasons she'd fallen in love with him. It was easy to see why he was a magnet for others, and why she'd been drawn to him in the first place.

Natalie forced a sad smile, feeling her throat tighten. She took another breath, trying to steady herself, but the words were painful, each one tearing at her heart as she spoke. "I don't know how to say this, but… I've fallen out of love with you, Ryan. I'm so sorry." Her voice cracked, and tears filled her eyes, blurring her vision as she looked at him.

Ryan's face went blank for a moment, as if he hadn't quite processed what she'd just said. His smile faltered, replaced by a look of confusion and disbelief.

"What? Natalie, that doesn't make any sense. What's going on? This isn't like you," he stammered, his voice filled with hurt. "We should be celebrating tonight… Mary's on the road to recovery. We had a miracle today, didn't we?"

He rose from his seat, reaching out as if to comfort her, to reassure her. He was trying to close the gap, to bridge the space that had opened between them with a touch, with a gesture, anything to keep her from slipping away.

But Natalie instinctively leaned back, holding up a hand as if to ward him off.

"Don't touch me!" Her voice came out sharper than she intended, almost a shout, and several other patrons glanced over, startled by her sudden outburst.

Embarrassment flushed her cheeks, but she didn't care. She couldn't afford to let him get too close, not when she knew this was for the best. She had to stand firm, no matter how much it hurt.

Ryan stood there, his hand frozen mid-air, a wounded look in his eyes. His lips parted as if he wanted to speak, but no words came. For the first time, the cheerful, confident man she'd known looked vulnerable, blindsided by a truth he hadn't seen coming.

The sight of him like that, hurt and confused, made her heart ache, but she knew it was kinder to end things now than to let him live in a lie.

Finally, after a long, painful silence, she whispered, "Goodbye, Ryan." Her voice trembled, but there was a finality to her words, a quiet determination that made it clear she wasn't going to change her mind.

With that, she stood up, brushing away the tears that threatened to spill over. She didn't look back as she walked away, leaving him sitting there, stunned and alone, the evening shattered by the unexpected turn of events.

But Ryan wasn't about to let things end so easily. His face hardened as he watched Natalie walk away, disappearing into the night. Determined, he pulled his phone from his pocket, fingers instinctively finding the familiar number he knew by heart.

He didn't hesitate; the line barely rang before it was answered.

Chapter Stay:

"It's me," he said, his voice steady and cold. "I have a new job for you."

On the other end, a woman's voice responded, her tone instantly alert yet laced with a hint of enthusiasm. "Well, well… it's been a while," she replied, a smirk evident even through the phone. "I was beginning to think you'd forgotten about me. Your business always means good money, and you know how I love the big jobs."

Ryan's grip tightened around his phone. "This one's personal. I need eyes on someone, and I don't want them slipping out of my reach. Discretion is crucial."

The woman chuckled softly, a confident, almost predatory sound. "You know me. I'm as discreet as they come. Just tell me what you need."

He paused, glancing at the empty chair where Natalie had been just minutes ago, his mind already racing with plans. "Natalie Kendall. Follow her. I want updates on where she goes, who she sees. And if she's hiding something… I need to know what it is."

She laughed softly, a note of satisfaction in her voice. "Consider it done. You'll have everything you need."

Ryan ended the call, slipping his phone back into his pocket, his expression unreadable. Whatever had just happened between him and Natalie, he wasn't going to walk away without answers. Not yet.

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The week flew by, and before Ryan knew it, it was Saturday. In a crowded, bustling restaurant, two people sat across from each other, barely recognizable under layers of clothing inappropriate for the warm weather.

Both wore oversized sunglasses, baseball caps, and hooded jackets, clearly attempting to blend in under heavy disguises.

"You're not going to like what I've found," said the woman sitting across from him. She was strikingly beautiful, with short black hair framing her face, and her build spoke of strength—not just the toned look of someone who frequented the gym, but the solid, formidable muscles of someone who knew how to use them.

Ryan leaned back, unfazed. "Try me. I've seen it all."

She raised an eyebrow, giving him a skeptical look. "Not up close, you haven't. This is your girlfriend we're talking about." Despite her warning, she slid a small folder across the table, her week's worth of surveillance findings compressed into a few photos and notes. Her expression softened, almost pitying, as she watched him take the folder.

"Ex girlfriend." Ryan said before he opened it, his eyes scanning the contents as his expression darkened. The woman studied him carefully, hoping he had the resilience to face the truth about his ex-girlfriend.

"You asked for the truth," she murmured, her voice barely audible over the hum of the restaurant. "Now let's see if you can handle it."

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