Evil MC's NTR Harem-Chapter 576 - Farm

Still, Nicole had no choice but to suck it up—this had been her dream since childhood.

She had always wanted to be a great actress, to see her name in the credits of blockbuster films, to walk red carpets and hear the roar of applause from adoring fans.

Now that she finally had a leading role, she was determined to give it her all, no matter how challenging or emotionally exhausting it became.

The only problem? Ross Oakley.

From the moment they started filming, he had been an enigma—one moment the picture of professionalism, the next, a walking temptation.

He carried himself with effortless confidence, his every movement calculated yet natural. He knew how to work a camera, how to control a scene, and, more dangerously, how to control people.

"Breakup scene! Take one!"

The camera rolled, and Nicole took a deep breath, willing herself into character. She was supposed to be devastated, heartbroken, pushing away the man she once loved. But Ross made it difficult.

His eyes, dark and intense, locked onto hers, and his voice, deep and dripping with emotion, sent an involuntary shiver down her spine.

His touch was featherlight yet deliberate, his fingertips grazing her arm as he pleaded for her to stay.

Nicole's breath hitched—not because of the script, but because of the very real, undeniable pull between them.

Ross knew.

He could see it in the way her pupils dilated, in the way her chest rose and fell just a little too quickly. He could smell it, that intoxicating scent of her body reacting to his presence.

It was subtle, but he had spent enough time around women to know when one was losing herself in him. And Nicole was losing herself, whether she realized it or not.

It was all part of his plan.

Sooner or later, she would be in his bed, moaning his name, clinging to him in a way no script could ever dictate.

The thought alone sent a surge of satisfaction through him, and though he kept his expression controlled, a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

The days bled into weeks, then months. With each passing scene, the shift in Nicole became more evident—not just to Ross, but to everyone around them.

At first, it was subtle. She lingered after takes, laughing a little too much at his jokes, finding excuses to be near him even when the cameras weren't rolling.

Then, it became more obvious—small gestures that didn't go unnoticed.

She brought him coffee without being asked, fussed over his appearance before scenes, and looked at him with an admiration that bordered on worship.

"Tsk, tsk. Another goddess about to fall for Ross Oakley," one of the crew members muttered under their breath, watching from the sidelines.

"Yeah, I don't get it," another chimed in.

"She was all about professionalism at first, and now? She's practically fawning over him."

"I don't see the appeal," someone scoffed. "What do women even see in him?"

"He's rich, tall, ridiculously charismatic," came the inevitable response. "And a damn good actor. Oh, and did I mention he's rich? Like, billionaire rich?"

They turned their heads just in time to see Nicole handing Ross a bottle of water and a protein bar during a break. He accepted it with a lazy smile, murmuring something in that low, husky voice of his.

Whatever he said made her blush, a soft giggle slipping from her lips.

If her eyes could take shape, they would've been glowing hearts by now.

Ross barely had to lift a finger.

She was already his.

And the best part? She didn't even realize it yet.

One month later, the final scene of the movie was finally filmed. It was a grand celebration, a wedding finale that required over a hundred extras to fill the background.

Laughter, music, and the joyful hum of the crowd created an almost magical atmosphere. It felt real.

"You may now kiss the bride," the officiant, dressed in ceremonial robes, declared.

Ross and Nicole turned to each other, their roles slipping into place effortlessly. He cupped her face gently, his eyes searching hers for just a moment before their lips met.

The kiss was tender yet passionate, carrying the weight of every emotion their characters had endured throughout the story.

The audience within the scene erupted into cheers and adoring sighs, their applause echoing through the grand set.

But Nicole barely heard them.

Because in that moment, she wasn't sure where the acting ended and reality began.

Ross's lips were warm, familiar, and intoxicating. The way he held her, the way he deepened the kiss just slightly before pulling away, left her breathless.

She stared at him, her heart hammering in her chest, and for the briefest moment, she swore she saw something in his eyes—something unspoken.

"Cut! That's a wrap! Great job, everyone!"

The director's voice shattered the spell, and the set instantly erupted into celebration.

Cheers and applause filled the space as the cast and crew embraced one another, relieved and exhilarated to have completed such a demanding project.

Laughter rang out as drinks were passed around, and the once-fictional wedding quickly transformed into a genuine party.

Nicole tried to join in, tried to smile as everyone clinked their glasses and toasted to their success, but she couldn't shake the feeling in her chest.

She had never felt this way before.

And it terrified her.

As the party swirled around her, she found herself drawn to Ross. He stood in the midst of a small group, effortlessly charming everyone with his usual confident smirk.

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But when his gaze met hers across the room, something in his expression changed—just for a second.

She hesitated, then walked toward him.

Before she could even say a word, the tears welled up, unbidden and unstoppable.

Nicole felt so much emotions right now and mixed ones that she did not know how to handle them all at the same time.

"Whoa, what's wrong?" Ross asked, his brow furrowing in confusion as she stood there, tears streaming down her face.