Evil MC's NTR Harem

Ted woke up early the next morning, his mind still clouded with sudden guilt and great anxiety.

The moment his eyes opened, he turned toward the bedframe and reached underneath, fingers searching until they brushed against the rough fabric of the hidden bag.

He pulled it out, his pulse quickening. He was already cursing his mind for what he did and his conscience was tearing up his soul.

With trembling hands, he unzipped the bag, his breath hitching as he peered inside. Relief flooded him. The money was still there, untouched. He exhaled shakily, gripping the edge of the bed for support.

"I'm dumb," he muttered under his breath, rubbing his temples. "I shouldn't have taken the money at all. I shouldn't have given in to temptation. I'm better than this."

The weight of his actions settled on his chest like a stone. Grace had already left for work, which meant she hadn't discovered his secret.

But how much longer could he keep it hidden?

She wasn't stupid—sooner or later, she would notice something was off. And when she did, how would he explain it? He couldn't bear the thought of seeing disappointment in her eyes.

Ted took a deep breath, steeling himself. There was still time to make this right. He grabbed the bag, got dressed, and left for work.

The moment he arrived, he wasted no time—he slipped back into the place where he had found the money and returned it, making sure everything looked exactly as it had before.

For the next few days, life returned to normal. He forced himself to forget about it, to pretend that nothing had ever happened.

He kept his head down, went to work, came home, and spent time with Grace like nothing was amiss. And for a while, it worked.

But then the urge came back.

It started as a whisper in the back of his mind, a nagging thought that wouldn't leave him alone. He ignored it at first, but the more he tried to push it away, the stronger it became.

It followed him everywhere—while he was working, eating, even lying in bed next to his wife. The idea of all that money just sitting there, unclaimed, was maddening.

"It's dirty money. No one will ever know. I shouldn't have second-guessed myself. This is free money!"

Before he knew it, Ted found himself back at the stash, his hands trembling with anticipation as he grabbed another bag. He took it home, stuffing it away in the basement. The next day, he did it again.

And again. Each time, it became easier. The guilt faded, replaced by a rush of adrenaline.

By the tenth day, he had stacked and hidden ten million dollars in his basement.

Ted stood before the neatly arranged bags of cash, his heart pounding in his chest. A slow grin crept across his face.

"This should be enough. Any more, and I'll get caught. Now, on to the next part of my plan."

For the first time in weeks, he felt truly alive. The momentary frustration of his other, more personal issue—the one that had been gnawing at him—was forgotten in the thrill of accumulating stolen wealth.

A few days later, he walked into his boss's office with a letter of resignation in hand.

"Are you sure you're quitting, Ted?" asked one of the managers, a spineless lackey dead puppet who existed solely to serve Ross's interests.

"You'd be a huge loss to the company. Your performance here was top-tier—honestly, I doubt anyone could've done better."

Ted offered a polite smile. "I'm sure. I feel like all I've done is work. It's time for a change. I want to focus on my marriage—maybe even start a family."

Of course, that was a lie. He had no intention of staying here any longer. This company was rotten to the core—a sinking ship that would drag everyone down with it sooner or later.

And Ted had no plans of going down with it.

"I get it," the manager said with a nod. "Well, I wish you the best, Ted. And if things don't work out, you're always welcome back."

Ted chuckled, shaking the man's hand. "Thanks. But trust me—I won't be coming back."

Ted went home that evening with a thrill running through his veins. The moment he stepped inside, he threw his arms wide, his voice echoing through the house.

"It's time to live the American dream—not just talk about it!"

He grinned to himself, already thinking of all the things he could buy. Today wasn't just another day—it was the start of something new, something better.

He wasted no time. Snatching up his car keys, he headed out, his mind buzzing with possibilities.

At first, he entertained the idea of making bold, life-changing purchases. "Should I pay off the mortgage in full? Maybe even buy a bigger house?" The thought was tempting, but he quickly dismissed it.

"No, that would be too obvious. Grace would get suspicious."

She was sharp—too sharp for him to make reckless moves. If he suddenly cleared all their debts or bought a mansion overnight, she'd start asking questions, and he wasn't about to let that happen.

Patience. Slow and steady.

That didn't mean he couldn't enjoy himself, though.

He went on a spree, but a careful one—new appliances, top-of-the-line gadgets, and an endless scroll through online shops, adding everything that caught his eye to his cart.

The feeling of buying without hesitation was exhilarating.

For years, he had watched every penny, budgeted every expense. But now? Now he could afford anything. It was intoxicating.

That night, riding the high of his spending, he decided to surprise Grace with a special dinner. He went all out—steaks, wine, a full spread of side dishes. He wanted everything to be perfect.

By the time she walked through the door, the house smelled incredible. The lights were dimmed, the table was set with candles, and soft music played in the background.

But instead of being delighted, Grace frowned the moment she saw him.

"You're home early." Her voice was cautious. "Did you leave work early today?"

Ted smiled, keeping his expression easygoing. "I quit today."

The sound of those words hit Grace like a slap. Her breath caught in her throat. "You did what?!"

She wasn't just surprised—she was alarmed. A cold feeling settled in her stomach, her mind racing. Something felt wrong.

Her thoughts flashed back to the party, to the way Ross had spoken to her that night.

His words had unsettled her, and now—now Ted was acting strange, making rash decisions, throwing out casual explanations like quitting his job was nothing.

She straightened, her expression serious. "What did you do, Ted?"

Her husband's face remained calm, his smile unwavering, but she wasn't convinced.

"Tell me the truth. Why did you quit?"

Ted exhaled slowly, playing his role well. He had anticipated this reaction.

"It's simple, Grace. I've been working for so long, and I realized—it's time to enjoy life."

Grace didn't blink. Her arms crossed over her chest. "With what money, Ted? We have a mortgage. We still have my college loans. Where exactly do we get the luxury of 'enjoying life'?"

Her words were sharp, laced with suspicion.

Ted, however, was prepared. He had rehearsed his excuse in his head a hundred times. He reached for her hand, giving it a comforting squeeze as he spoke.

"It's like this, love—I won big in Bitcoin! My stocks skyrocketed. It was an investment I made years ago, and I finally cashed out."

He chose Bitcoin for a reason. It was complicated, unpredictable, and difficult to verify. Most people didn't fully understand how it worked, and Grace was no exception.

If he had said he won the lottery, she would have wanted proof. But crypto? That was a murky enough explanation to keep her from digging too deep.

He watched her carefully, gauging her reaction.

Grace didn't respond immediately. Her lips pressed into a thin line, her gaze searching his face as if trying to find the truth behind his words.

Finally, she let out a slow breath.

"That's… unexpected," she murmured. "But if it's true, then I'm happy for you."

Ted relaxed, suppressing a grin. She bought it.

Grace, however, was already thinking ahead.

"We should also give to charity and donate to the church, Ted. We need to share our blessings with those less fortunate."

Ted nearly rolled his eyes but caught himself just in time. Instead, he gave her a warm, reassuring smile.

"Of course, love. We'll do that."

But in his mind, he was already planning his next move.

Little did he know that his rash decisions would set off a chain of events far beyond his control, dragging both him and his wife into a web of unforeseen consequences.

What felt like the beginning of a dream would soon spiral into a nightmare, where every choice he made would come back to haunt him in ways he never expected.