NOVEL WEB Chapter 810 Nobility
Cara stirred awake to the soft rustling of curtains and the golden glow of morning light filtering through the windows.
Her body was still heavy with exhaustion, but the warmth wrapped around her like a soft embrace.
She stretched slightly, then winced as a familiar soreness pulsed between her thighs.
Her pussy was tender—no surprise, considering what she and Ross had done for hours on end the night before.
Still, she had expected worse. Oddly enough, the ache was fleeting.
After a few steady breaths, the discomfort seemed to dissolve, leaving behind only a faint throb and a vivid memory that made her cheeks flush and her lips curl into a smile.
She brushed a strand of hair from her face, blinked a few times, and glanced around.
Ross wasn't beside her.
The bed, once wild with movement, was now empty and silent, the covers still tangled and warm where he had lain.
Her heart gave a soft flutter—disappointment, curiosity, maybe even a touch of longing.
She sat up slowly, careful not to disturb the cozy cocoon of the blanket, and searched for her clothes.
Dressing beneath the sheets, she took her time, savoring the silence of the moment.
She could still feel him on her skin, his touch, his lips, the way he made her body respond without hesitation.
When she finally stepped out of the room, a light breeze kissed her face, carrying with it the scent of blooming flowers, freshly brewed tea, and the unmistakable aroma of breakfast being served.
The hallways of the House of Fortune were bright and alive, sunlight streaming in and laughter echoing from beyond.
She followed the cheerful sounds, guided more by instinct than intent.
And then, she saw him.
Ross stood in the center of the garden courtyard, casually dressed, his expression relaxed.
Around him were his other women—some seated, some standing, all engaged in lighthearted conversation.
The sight was warm and vivid, like a memory being painted in real-time. They looked happy.
At ease. Like family.
For a moment, Cara hesitated.
But then Ross turned, and his eyes met hers.
There was no hesitation in his gaze—only warmth.
As if seeing her there, standing shyly in the morning light, was the most natural thing in the world.
He smiled. A small, private smile that belonged to her alone.
Cara's heart swelled, and she returned the smile, walking toward the group.
As she joined them, the others greeted her warmly, including her in their gentle teasing, their laughter, their shared joy.
It wasn't awkward. It wasn't forced. It just… felt right.
And from that day on, everything changed.
***
Days passed like fleeting dreams—filled with affection, adventure, and a sense of belonging she had never known.
She laughed more. She smiled without needing a reason.
She found herself curled up beside Ross on quiet nights, or sparring playfully with one of his other women in the garden by day.
They treated her like one of their own—not just a passing fling, but someone worth keeping.
And Ross… he made sure she never doubted it.
Whether it was the way he looked at her, or the way he held her hand when no one else was watching, or the quiet whispers he'd share late at night in her ear—he made her feel seen.
Wanted. Treasured.
What began as a single, wild night turned into something far more meaningful.
They built memories together in the House of Fortune—ones filled with laughter, heat, and connection.
And though the future was uncertain, one thing was clear:
Cara was no longer just a guest in Ross's life.
She was part of his world now.
And she wouldn't have it any other way.
***
A few months passed in a blur, and the House of Fortune finally reached its epic conclusion.
"And here's your Fortune Winner—give it up for Big D!" the host shouted with electrifying energy, as the studio lights flared and triumphant music blared across every screen in the nation.
Fireworks lit up the sky outside the compound while golden confetti rained down inside.
Ross stood tall at the center of the grand stage, flanked on both sides by his five radiant lovers, each more dazzling than the last.
They smiled proudly—Heaven, Tianna, Lily, Joan, and Cara—all wrapped around him like living trophies.
The camera zoomed in on Ross's infamous grin, the same one that had made millions swoon, fume, or fantasize week after week.
The audience was stunned.
Social media crashed within minutes. News anchors scrambled for commentary.
Forums, fan pages, and conspiracy threads exploded with activity.
"Big D did it?! He actually won it all?!"
"I don't get it—he was nominated every damn week, how did he not get voted out?"
"Bro... maybe he wanted to be nominated so he could keep flexing on everyone."
Speculation ran wild.
"It has to be rigged! No way a guy like that—who barely played by the rules—won fair and square!"
"He's gotta be a secret billionaire. He probably funneled money into the voting system, buying his way to victory."
But despite the skepticism, many couldn't deny the facts.
Ross hadn't just won—he had dominated.
Not only was he the most talked-about contestant in House of Fortune history, but the top five spots beneath him were all occupied by the women he'd seduced and shared nights with.
Each of them had their own fanbases, their own drama arcs, their own jealous haters—but in the end, they had all chosen Ross.
And they hadn't just chosen him once.
They stayed.
They fought beside him.
They slept in his bed, night after night, sometimes all at once.
The public had watched it all—intimate moments beneath silk sheets, stolen kisses in moonlit corners, whispered vows of pleasure and loyalty.
The cameras hadn't missed a thing. It became less of a show and more of a myth unfolding in real-time.
The legend of Big D had transcended the screen.
"I don't care about the voting," one man posted in a viral comment which spurned many more comments of the same nature.