The chaos Ross had caused was swiftly and efficiently concealed. Iris’s husband, Karl Davies, arrived not long after, and to Iris’s relief, he believed her fabricated story without question.
It was almost too convenient, but perhaps not surprising—Karl trusted her implicitly, and their alibis were airtight. After all, both she and Karl were supposedly in Washington the previous night.
The surveillance caras in their ho supported this narrative, showing no evidence of Iris leaving the house, much less traveling 6,000 miles in such a short ti.
As the Secretary of Defense, Karl had the power and resources to ensure such an implausible scenario was dismissed without further scrutiny.
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anwhile, both Derek and Iris remained silent about the truth of what had transpired.
Ross had ensured Derek’s compliance by implanting a ban within his psyche, rendering it impossible for him to speak of the events even if he wanted to.
As for Iris, Ross had left her unbound—her silence was her choice, but his unspoken threat lood large.
He had made it abundantly clear that should she decide to expose him, Karl would et a fate similar to Derek’s.
Ross, of course, had no trouble sleeping after orchestrating such an intricate web of deceit and control. In his eyes, Karl Davies was no saint.
The polished image of a dedicated public servant and brave soldier was nothing more than a facade.
Beneath it lay a man with blood on his hands—countless innocent lives snuffed out in the na of politics and war.
To Ross, Karl was just another hypocrite—a man who hid behind titles and power while committing atrocities that would haunt most n. But not Ross.
He had no qualms about leveraging that hypocrisy for his own gain. If Karl ever beca a problem, Ross would eliminate him without hesitation or remorse.
After all, in Ross’s world, only the strong and the cunning survived.
***
A week passed, and Ross’s life seed to return to normal. However, one noticeable change was Imari’s choice of attire.
She had begun dressing in increasingly provocative outfits compared to when she first joined the group.
Now, whenever Ross was around, she barely wore anything at all. It was understandable, given the circumstances—she was the only remaining virgin in the group and couldn’t help but feel left out.
Unfortunately for her, Ross approached the situation with calculated patience. Just as he had done with Mary in the past, he intended to let the tension build.
He would wait, letting Imari’s desires simr until she could no longer contain herself. When that mont ca, she would be the one to approach him, surrendering willingly and on her own terms.
As for Reina and Mari, they remained at the house, taking on the roles of its caretakers. Ross maintained a subtle balance with them, keeping their intimate monts separate from the rest of his harem.
This separation wasn’t just about discretion—it was also a calculated move. Ross didn’t want to shock Ren by revealing the depth of his growing closeness to her mother.
Ren would eventually find out, of course, but Ross was determined to control the timing of that revelation. For now, he kept things quiet, allowing events to unfold at his own pace.
Ross had sothing important to address, and as the group gathered that evening, he prepared himself for the reactions his announcent would bring.
The atmosphere was lighthearted at first, but Ross’s serious tone quickly drew their attention.
"I’m going to L.A.," he said, breaking the casual chatter. His gaze swept across the room before he added, "And Althea is coming with ."
The room went still for a mont as the group processed his words. Then, one of the girls spoke up, curiosity laced with concern.
"Why are you two going to L.A., Ross?"
Ross took a deep breath. This wasn’t news he could sugarcoat, and there was no point in hiding it. Sooner or later, they’d all see the changes in Althea, and secrecy would only lead to misunderstandings.
"She’s pregnant," he said, his voice steady but laced with emotion.
"WHAT?!" The reaction was imdiate and overwhelming. Gasps echoed through the room as several of the won covered their mouths, their expressions a mix of shock and disbelief.
"I know this cos as a surprise," Ross continued, raising his hands slightly to calm the room.
"But yes, Althea is eight weeks pregnant. I’ve decided I don’t want to wait any longer to make things official. It would only get harder for her as ti goes on, so I plan to marry her soon."
Another wave of shock rippled through the group.
"You’re getting married?!" one of them exclaid, her voice tinged with sadness.
Ross nodded, eting their wide-eyed stares with a calm and determined gaze. He understood their reaction—this was unexpected, and emotions were running high.
"I know this is a lot to take in," he said, his tone gentle. "But there’s more. I’m not going to marry her alone. I want to marry all of you… if you’ll have ."
The room fell silent as his words sank in. For a mont, it seed as if ti had stopped. Then, one by one, their expressions shifted from shock to joy.
The air filled with exclamations of agreent as they rushed toward him.
"ROSS! YES!"
Tears stread down their faces as they embraced him, the overwhelming emotion of the mont bringing them closer than ever.
It wasn’t just a proposal—it was a promise to share their lives together, to be a family in every sense of the word.
What followed was a whirlwind of planning. The won, their initial shock replaced with excitent, dove into discussions about the wedding.
Ross suggested holding it in three weeks to minimize stress on Althea and her pregnancy. Everyone agreed it was the perfect tifra, not just for Althea but also for the group as a whole.
It would be a shared celebration, a testant to their unique bond.
That night was unlike any other. The joy of the engagent, the depth of their love, and the promise of their future together transford the evening into sothing extraordinary.
Their bedroom beca a sanctuary of passion and connection, filled with whispered vows, gentle caresses, and unrestrained bliss.
It wasn’t just about physical intimacy—it was a celebration of the life they were building together, a union that defied convention but felt utterly right to everyone involved.
As Ross lay surrounded by the won he loved, he couldn’t help but feel a profound sense of fulfillnt.
This wasn’t just his family—it was his future, and he was determined to protect and cherish it with everything he had.
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