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My Eighteen Girlfriends Are Powerful Mages

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Hydrogen_Starr · Fantasy
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Among those that were affected by Ella's wedding announcement was Harry, who was meant to marry Ella before he fucked up his chance.

He threatened to release the photos of Ella; meeting up and kissing another man in a hotel. In turn he asked her to hand over 70% of her father's property to him.

Ella had refused to succumb to his wishes and had told him to do whatever he like. It was as if she didn't care about the damage the photo will cause to her reputation.

Harry who had thought it was a golden opportunity to bring Ella down, had unhesitatingly released the photos to the public.

Within a few minutes, his post had managed to reach a lot of people, but as he schemed through the comments, he couldn't help but shake with anger.

He was hoping things would turn out in favour for him, but the recent video of Ella announcing another marriage from the initial one she announced before, had caused quite a stir online.

But his post had received the worst comments.

According to his post, he stated that Ella had cheated on him with another man. And he also uploaded the photos of them from the previous night.

"What? I didn't know Ella was such a cheat!"

"This is trash! Ella just announced another marriage and it seems to be the same guy from the picture."

"Yeah, I saw the video too. The guy is quite lucky."

"Really? I have to see it."

"If this is true, then it means she broke up with the first guy… or man rather. Coughs!"

"Well, I'm glad she didn't marry that old man. I was wondering why the goddess of beauty would think of marrying someone as old as that. This new guy looks younger and handsome, compared to the old weasel of a man."

"I heard he already has three wives and a lots of children. He tricked Ella by saying he's single and also lied about his age. Ella found out and had decided to break up with him."

"If that is so, then this post is fake then?"

"Yeah, he's only using this to gain attention and probably to take revenge on Ella for dumping him. What a shameless man."

"I can't believe it! After all that, he's still spreading lies and fake news… This post should be taken down immediately!"

"Such an hypocritic old man, delete the post RN!"

Out of rage, Harry had slammed his phone on the ground. It had shattered into pieces and there was no doubt it could work again.

"Those crazy people! They're all supporting her! And those comments about me lying about my relationship status, those are all bullshits! Ella was aware of it."

When Ella's stepmother had introduced the two to each other, Ella was made aware of Harry's relationship status and the amount of wives he had.

Though, Ella had refused at first, due to the limited time that was given to her, and also because no one was willing to marry her, she had accepted to marry him.

The news and media had managed to get wind of this through her stepmother, so everyone was aware of her marriage to Harry, her stepmom's brother.

"You idiot, you should've told me!" Ella's stepmother, Natasha yelled. "You know very well that Ella doesn't trust you. And me, she's only trying to believe that I'm on her side. Yet you went on to threaten her without telling me."

Natasha had came to see Harry after seeing his post about Ella online. The two were sitting opposite each other and she was also present when he was reading the comments from his post.

"It's not like I wasn't going to tell you. I thought it was an easy task that could be completed sooner, so I didn't bother to tell you." Harry replied.

"Yet you failed to complete such an easy task, and now, look at the mess you created. See the comments on your post. What you did is a disgrace to our family!" Natasha was infuriated.

"Stop yelling at me, what I did wasn't bad. It was the truth, and I was also doing it for our family. If the task had been successful, you won't be saying this right now. Besides, this was your idea in the first place, I only acted when an opportunity came."

"I didn't say what you did was bad. But you should've called and inform me beforehand. Now that the mess has been created, how do we sort it out?"

"You should've started with this instead of blaming me." Harry complained. "I already brought a solution. Come in!"

As he said this, someone had came in through the door. The person was dressed in a black hood, and has a mask covering his nose.

"Sister, this is Kevin hood, the man that will carry out the task for us." Harry said before placing a photo on the table in front of him. "Here, this is your target."

Kevin had walked forward to pick the photo. Seeing who was in it, he started squeezing it tightly in his hand.

"Do you recognise him?" Natasha asked, noticing his action.

"Yes, he owes me a lot of debt and I'm going to make him pay!" The assassin exclaimed.

"Which means I have no regret then. This man recently messed up with me. He took my wife from me, and made me into a laughingstock. Also, do you know that he jailed your sister yesterday?" Harry said.

Hearing this, Kevin's eyes had widened, and out of rage, he had clenched his fists tightly.

"That bastard! That lowly Ray! How dare he mess up with me again! I'm going to kill him!"

"If you're going to kill him, do it before the week ends. And make sure his body isn't found by anyone." Natasha ordered.

"Of course, I've tried killing him before but he survived. This time, I won't make the same mistake again. I'll make sure he dies!"

Harry couldn't help but laugh as he watched Kevin storm angrily out of the room.

"It seems like I already have my task completed. Very soon, Ella will be on her knees begging me to have her back."

"And even if she doesn't," Natasha said. "It's still a win-win for us. She has only but a few weeks left."

Once the duration of the time given to Ella to marry is over, and she fails to find a husband, her father's will would be evenly distributed to his family members, and also to Natasha, leaving her with plainly nothing.