NOVEL NEXT Chapter 833 Cannon
That was when Lily leaned in, her lips curling into a smirk.
"Then it's settled. Let's throw a party for Ross—one of those nights he'll never forget. We'll pamper him, tempt him, and when he's at his limit…" She lowered her voice to a sultry whisper. "…we'll make sure he fills every single one of us with so much come until we can't walk the next day."
Their giggles erupted instantly, drawing curious looks from a nearby jeweler, but the women didn't care.
They clung to each other's arms, half in laughter, half in wicked anticipation.
As they moved through the market, they weren't just shopping for trinkets anymore—they were scouting for the perfect decorations, outfits, and little surprises for the night ahead.
Lily, however, walked with a softer smile, her heart already imagining what it would feel like to hold Ross's child.
The thought sent a warm, almost dizzying happiness through her.
She knew Ross was strong, fierce, and unmatched in the world… but to her, he was also the man she wanted to share a quiet, tender future with.
That night, she promised herself, would be the first step toward it.
***
That night, Ross returned home right on schedule, as if fate itself had aligned with the plans laid for him.
From the moment he stepped into the grand foyer, he noticed something unusual.
The mansion, usually lively with laughter or at least the distant hum of activity, was enveloped in an almost eerie stillness.
He paused for a moment, frowning slightly.
"Strange…" he muttered under his breath, but dismissed it—his wives had their own ways of surprising him, and he had learned long ago not to underestimate their creativity.
It wasn't until he entered the living room that the first hint revealed itself—a trail.
A tantalizingly deliberate trail.
Articles of clothing were strewn across the polished marble floor: silk dresses, lace stockings, and delicate panties, each piece more intimate than the last.
The arrangement was almost artistic, like breadcrumbs left to guide him into a very specific kind of trap.
Ross chuckled, shaking his head. "Well… I suppose I'd be rude not to follow the signs."
He let his curiosity lead him, taking his time as he moved from the living room through the wide hallway.
Each step felt heavier with anticipation.
The clothes grew more revealing, more daring, until the trail ended at the closed door of one of the mansion's many luxurious rooms.
Without hesitation, Ross pushed the door open—and there they were.
Five stunning women stood before him, each a vision in shimmering, barely-there lingerie.
Silk, lace, and satin clung to their curves, enhancing their natural beauty rather than hiding it.
The way they smiled at him—mischievous, sultry, and knowing—was enough to make any man's pulse race.
The faint scent of perfume and something sweeter, warmer, filled the air, making the atmosphere heavy with promise.
Ross took a slow, deliberate look at each of them, his grin widening.
"Feels like I'm a little overdressed for the occasion," he remarked, his voice low and teasing.
The women giggled, exchanging playful glances as Ross began to unbutton his shirt, his gaze never leaving theirs.
Piece by piece, he shed his clothes, until nothing stood between him and the five wives who, he knew now, had planned this night for one reason alone.
They wanted him. Not just tonight—but in the way only a man like Ross could give himself.
As he stepped forward, the women moved to meet him, their hands reaching for him as if they couldn't wait another moment.
The first touch ignited the fire in the room, and soon, the air was filled with breathless gasps, soft moans, and the sound of silk sheets shifting under tangled limbs.
Ross made sure each of them felt his attention—his strength, his passion—pouring himself into them without restraint.
Tonight wasn't just pleasure; it was fulfillment. By the time the night was over, their bodies would be marked with the memory of it, and the mansion would no longer be silent.
Because in that room, through the long hours until dawn, their voices rose in waves—moans, cries, and the sound of five women surrendering themselves to the strongest man alive.
***
The year 2042 dawned, casting a golden glow over Ross's already vibrant life, and with it came one of the greatest blessings yet.
That year, Heaven, Tianna, Lily, Cara, and Joan each brought a new life into the world.
One by one, their labors were met with success, and the home that Ross had built with such care and devotion grew by five more tiny souls.
The air was filled with the scent of baby powder and the sound of soft cries and gurgles—a melody that seemed to weave itself into the very walls of the mansion.
Ross, a man who could command boardrooms and bend reality itself, melted completely when it came to his family.
He was there for every moment: holding their hands during contractions, whispering encouragement, brushing away beads of sweat from their foreheads.
His large, reassuring hands were the first to cradle each newborn, his voice the first deep rumble they heard outside the womb.
In those moments, the world outside ceased to exist; there was only him, his wives, and their children.
For weeks after the births, Ross focused most of his attention on these five wives, tending to them with a gentleness that belied his strength.
He made sure they ate well, rested, and never felt alone in the quiet, sleepless hours of the night.
His presence was a constant comfort—whether he was rocking a baby in the dead of night, humming a lullaby in his low voice, or simply lying beside one of his wives to talk softly until she drifted off to sleep.
The rest of Ross's harem didn't stand idly by either.
They helped and cared for Heaven and the rest.
They moved through the mansion like a well-coordinated team, bringing meals, watching over the newborns, and sharing laughter that lightened even the most exhausting days.