Novel Full Chapter 1131 Unlimited
Chapter 1131: Chapter 1131 Unlimited
The people looked up at Ross, eyes red and swollen but filled with desperate hope.
"We’re all human," Ross continued.
"And in these dark times, the only way forward is to band together and help one another. You’re not alone anymore. I’ll make sure of that."
A few people started crying again—this time quietly, with trembling relief.
Parents hugged their children tighter.
Others stepped a little closer to Ross, drawn to the warmth in his voice, the certainty in his presence.
For the first time in weeks, they felt the heavy weight on their hearts lighten, even if only slightly.
And Ross—standing in the center of their fragile hope—smiled gently, his eyes calm and unknowable.
That night, everyone shared a feast—and many cried while eating.
At first, there had been worry written on every face.
Their supplies were running low, and the uncertainty of tomorrow hung over them like a dark, suffocating cloud.
People whispered among themselves, wondering if this might be their last proper meal for a long time.
But all it took was Ross rising to his feet and giving them one calm, confident smile.
"Don’t worry—tomorrow will take care of itself. Tonight, we laugh and eat to our hearts’ content," Ross said, his voice steady and warm.
It was strange how easily the tension melted away.
As if his words alone brushed the fear off their shoulders.
Laughter slowly returned, hesitation softened, and plates began to fill.
People adored him even more—some with gratitude, some with awe, others with a kind of quiet hope they didn’t dare speak aloud.
The children devoured their food, eating until their bellies bulged and their cheeks were smeared with sauce—many of them tasting real fullness for the first time in days.
The adults clinked cups, drank cheap wine with tears glittering in their eyes, unable to believe that after everything—the terror, the hunger, the hopelessness—they were alive to see a night like this.
As they watched Ross move among them, comforting people, lifting spirits, smiling so effortlessly, several silently prayed he would not one day become another tyrant like Bruno.
They had suffered too much already... and Ross had become too important to lose.
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"Are you sure about this, Ross? We have seventy-one people here. Can you really take care of all of them?" Miku asked softly. She stood close to him, her voice nearly lost under the chatter around them.
Even though Ross had blackmailed her into sleeping with him at the start, their dynamic had twisted, deepened, and become something neither of them expected.
She had grown to love him—helplessly, inevitably.
Night after night, Ross made love to her until she trembled and came undone beneath him, until she realized she couldn’t live without his touch anymore.
She just hoped Ace didn’t find out yet... that problem could wait.
For now, she wanted this moment.
"I’m sure," Ross replied with a casual shrug. "I was getting bored in that big house anyway. This will be a worthwhile way to spend my time."
His eyes swept over the crowd—children laughing, adults smiling, people eating without fear—for once.
Satisfaction warmed his expression. This was better than silence and empty halls.
Miku watched him with open adoration, her pretty eyes shining with something that bordered on devotion.
She reached for his glass, lifted it to her lips, and drank the remaining wine.
Then she leaned in close, close enough that her soft breath brushed the shell of his ear.
"Be ready later," she whispered, her voice low and sultry, thick with promise. "I’m going to ride you hard until you fill my pussy with your cum."
Ross’s smile widened immediately—slow, wolfish, hungry—and he gave her a look that promised the night wasn’t anywhere near over.
Giana and the four women with her exchanged glances, each of them feeling a subtle but undeniable tension in the air.
Something about Ross and Miku’s interactions didn’t sit right—small gestures, fleeting glances, a certain unspoken familiarity that set their instincts on edge.
"Are they...?" Joy whispered, her voice barely audible, a mixture of curiosity and concern.
"Shhhh... we’re not sure," another woman replied, glancing around nervously.
Their eyes drifted toward Ace, who remained completely oblivious to the undercurrent running through the room.
He laughed at some innocent joke, leaning back comfortably, a picture of complete trust and ignorance.
"And besides, it’s none of our business," Giana said firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument.
But even as she spoke, her eyes lingered on Ross and Miku, narrowing slightly.
She could feel the tension like a live wire in the room, something her intuition refused to ignore.
It was uncanny—how sharply women could sense things others overlooked.
While Ace remained blind to what was happening, wrapped in his unwavering faith in Miku, the others could see the cracks in the facade, the subtle ways Ross’s attention lingered, the tiny but telling signs of Miku’s complicity.
It was almost as if an invisible thread connected them, one that only they could perceive.
Ace’s ignorance was almost enviable. His love and trust in Miku were complete, unshakable.
He saw only what he wanted to see—the wife he cherished, the life he believed was uncomplicated.
The very thing that gave him peace was what kept him blind.
Ross, on the other hand, felt no need to hide his intentions.
He didn’t care whether Ace noticed or not; it was irrelevant to him.
In his mind, Miku was his, and the world—including her unsuspecting husband—would simply have to accept that reality.
The certainty in his thoughts left no room for hesitation.
To him, it was a truth as simple and unyielding as the sun rising in the east.
The women, meanwhile, exchanged silent looks.
She could almost see it in slow motion—the way he moved, the way Miku responded, the subtle tension that no one else could perceive.
It was frightening, the clarity with which intuition revealed what eyes alone could not see.
And in that moment, they all understood something undeniable: Ross was not a simple man at all.