Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 1088: Chapter 1088 Maintenance

"What... what am I going to do now?" Lea muttered, her voice cracking as the weight of everything pressed down on her shoulders.

She sank onto the edge of her bed, staring blankly at the wall as if it could offer her answers.

Her hands trembled uncontrollably, and her throat felt tight.

Nothing in her life made sense anymore.

The world had ended once already—zombies tearing apart the peace of their old life, chaos swallowing everything they loved, every safe place they thought would last.

She had thought surviving the apocalypse would be the hardest challenge she would ever face.

But discovering this... this felt like a knife sliding slowly into her chest.

Her own mother. With Ross—the world’s most notorious playboy, a man known across continents for breaking hearts and taking women left and right as easily as breathing.

The idea felt so absurd that if she hadn’t seen it herself, she wouldn’t have believed it either.

Lea buried her face in her hands, forcing herself to breathe. But the betrayal was too fresh, too sharp.

"I need someone... I need..." Her voice trailed off as she wiped her eyes, trying to think straight through the turmoil.

She couldn’t handle this alone.

She needed someone she trusted—someone who wouldn’t dismiss her feelings or tell her she was overreacting.

Then a name flashed in her mind like a lifeline.

Chelsea.

Her younger sister.

The one who always seemed to have the brightest ideas, even during the worst days of the apocalypse.

Lea’s heart steadied just a bit. Yes. She needed Chelsea.

Her eyes brightened with new resolve.

She grabbed the closest jacket she could find and practically sprinted out of her room.

Her footsteps echoed down the hallway as she pushed open the front door and stepped into the cold, night air.

The settlement was quiet—just the distant hum of generators and the occasional footsteps of guards patrolling.

Lea walked quickly, almost running at times, hugging her jacket to her chest as if it could shield her from the truth she carried.

One minute later, she was standing in Chelsea’s makeshift living space.

The small cabin was warm, lit by several candles on a table.

Chelsea sat on a chair sharpening a hunting knife, but the moment she saw Lea’s distressed face, she dropped the blade immediately.

"What happened? Lea, what’s wrong?" Chelsea asked, her voice sharp with concern.

Lea didn’t even sit at first. The words poured out of her like a flood bursting through a broken dam.

She told her everything—the noises she heard, what she saw, the shock, the heartbreak, the confusion.

From the moment she opened the door to the moment her mother walked past her in shame.

Chelsea didn’t interrupt. Not once.

She just stared, jaw tightening, eyes narrowing, body stiffening with every new detail.

When Lea finally sat down, exhausted and shaking, the silence that followed was so heavy it felt like the room itself was holding its breath.

Then Chelsea exhaled deeply.

"Oh my fuck..." she whispered. "Is that true? That cannot be... That cannot be." She leaned back in her chair, running both hands through her hair, shaking her head in disbelief.

"Mom? With him? No. What the actual hell..."

She stood up and began pacing, her boots thudding softly against the wooden floor.

"I mean—Ross? The Ross? The goddamn most popular playboy on the planet? Mom would never..." She stopped, corrected herself. "I mean—she shouldn’t... She wouldn’t... God, what the fuck..."

Chelsea stopped pacing, turning toward her sister.

"Lea... this is bad. Really, really bad."

"I know, right? Ross already has Karen... and now he has Mom too." Lea’s voice broke as she slumped back in her chair.

"It’s insane how women just go completely gaga over his big, fat cock. Like—yeah, it’s big... but so what? Is that really all it takes for them to lose every shred of self-control?" She let out a humorless scoff, wiping the moisture gathering at the corner of her eyes.

"I just can’t believe what’s happening to the people who matter to me."

Chelsea crossed her arms tightly over her chest. "People say the bigger it is, the more intense it is for women. And honestly... looking at Karen, and now Mom? I hate to admit it but I kinda think they’re right." She shook her head again, slower this time, as if the weight of the situation was pressing down on her shoulders.

"It’s like Ross has this... aura. This magnetic pull that’s dragging every woman toward him."

"Yeah, well, screw his aura," Lea muttered bitterly. "And screw him too. We need to do something. We can’t just sit here and let him waltz through our lives like some goddamn wrecking ball." She swallowed, her voice softening.

"And Dad... God. If Dad finds out about this, I don’t even know what he’d do. He loves Mom so deeply. This would... break him."

Chelsea’s expression shifted. Her annoyed frown slowly transformed into a calculating stare.

She stopped pacing, standing tall, and looked straight at her sister with eyes full of resolve.

"No," she said firmly. "It doesn’t have to be that way, Lea."

Lea blinked. "What do you mean?"

Chelsea stepped closer, her voice lowering as though someone might be listening from the shadows.

"I have a plan." A spark gleamed in her eyes—sharp, clever, dangerous. "Trust me."

Lea leaned forward, heart pounding. "Chelsea... what are you thinking?"

Chelsea took a deep breath and began pacing again—but this time her steps were deliberate, like she was forming something in her mind, shaping it carefully before speaking.

"Ross is reckless. Cocky. He thinks he can do whatever he wants because people let him get away with it." She turned, her expression darkening.

"Karen let him get away with it. Mom did too. And every other woman he’s touched. But we’re not going to be like them."

Lea swallowed hard. "So what’s your plan?"

Chelsea pulled out a chair and sat down directly in front of her, leaning in close.