[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-qt-i-hijacked-a-harem-system-and-now-i-m-ruining":3,"chapter-qt-i-hijacked-a-harem-system-and-now-i-m-ruining-qt-i-hijacked-a-harem-system-and-now-i-m-ruining-chapter-143":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","QT: I hijacked a harem system and now I'm ruining every plot(GL)",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1854981,2462,"Chapter 143: Charge Rent","qt-i-hijacked-a-harem-system-and-now-i-m-ruining-chapter-143",143,"\u003Cp>Chapter 143 – Daphne POV\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything is on track.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Raffaele has finally grown a spine and polished it into something sharp. He’s cold now. Sharp-tongued. Efficient. Exactly the kind of ruthless bastard you need to be when gunning for control of an underground empire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Progress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I sit at his side during the meeting. It’s been two months since Valentino died. The mourning period is over. Now it’s blood and money.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We’re here to talk losses, gains, and the vultures circling above Castellano like it’s already a corpse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Apparently, a handful of minor groups have formed an alliance, hoping to pick at us while we’re busy tearing ourselves apart. Everyone wants a piece of the pie, but none of them have the teeth to chew it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Raffaele speaks first, calm and clean. Talks about the new contract with the Irish mafia—millions shifting hands, silent agreements signed in smoke-filled rooms. I glance at Luciano and catch the flicker of a crack in his carefully composed face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I smirk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone underestimated Raffaele.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He just needed a little push, he’s got the finance part down now we need build a strong viable faction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So right now, it’s a call for a truce,\" Luciano says, voice slick with false diplomacy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They want to deal with us. No use winning a sinking ship. So we show them Castellano still stands.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few half-hearted claps echo across the table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A truce, my ass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s an open field. A blank check for backdoor murders disguised as \"enemy attacks.\" A lull that lets the most dangerous snakes slither into your home under the guise of peace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But fine. Let them play their games.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>---\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Daphne,\" a voice calls, sharp and annoying, just as I’m leaving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I sigh inwardly. I have plans tonight. A glass of wine, a soft bed, and two very generous, bountiful distractions currently attached to my beloved’s chest. I don’t have time for ugly men with mommy issues.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I turn, hands in my pockets, and find myself face-to-face with Valentino Jr.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What is it?\" I say, flatly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don’t have time for this. Release Marco’s wife and children,\" he demands, frowning like that’s going to intimidate me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>God, he’s really ugly. His villain face is doing him no favors. His mother was supposed to be some famous beauty—guess her genes clocked out early. All daddy’s work, unfortunately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Marco?\" I blink. \"Marco... Marco... hmm. Doesn’t ring a bell.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Drop the fucking act.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I tilt my head. \"Now that you mention it, I do know and... I refuse.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His expression falters. Did he really expect me to fold? Say, ’oh no! okay, fine!’ and skip away? Please.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You don’t want to piss me off—\" he begins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I cut in smoothly, \"Oooh, shiver me timbers. I’m so scared.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glares. \"Let them go or else I’ll—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Or else you’ll what?\" I take a step closer, towering over him. \"Go on. Finish that sentence.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Up close, it’s worse. He’s shorter than me. Unfortunate. Illegitimate son, unimpressive face, no charm, and now vertically challenged? It’s sad really.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raises his hand toward me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oh?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I catch his wrist mid-air and squeeze. Weak bones. No muscle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I twist. I twist until I hear a delicious little crack, and he gasps in pain. Not even a good scream—just a pathetic whimper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Didn’t your mother teach you never to raise a hand to a woman?\" I click my tongue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He snarls through the pain. \"As if you’re a woman, you fucking bitch.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spit flies with the words. I take a step back and wipe my cheek with slow disgust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Charming. Really.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I turn on my heel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Anyway, me—the dickless man—is leaving now,\" I toss over my shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I pause at the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh, and by the way—she’s in custody. She asked me for protection. I gave it. Maybe if Marco wasn’t such a shitty husband and father, she wouldn’t have run to me for safety.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I don’t wait for his reaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re back,\" Estela says, her voice warm and dry like the room missed me but isn’t ready to admit it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’s standing in front of the bed in nothing but a cotton shirt and a pair of soft shorts. Her hair’s up, her feet are bare, and she looks like every good decision I’ve ever made.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She could be in rags and I’d still forget how to speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yeah,\" I reply, shrugging off my suit jacket, \"where are they?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She tilts her head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I raise an eyebrow, loosening my tie. \"You know who.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Estela sighs like I’m being a menace, which I absolutely am.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then—she lifts her shirt slowly, deliberately, and tosses it over her shoulder without breaking eye contact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her breasts bounce free like they’ve been summoned to a spiritual meeting. I pause mid-unbutton.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My god,\" I whisper reverently. \"Hello, my darlings. Did you miss me?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Estela groans. \"Really?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m speaking to them directly,\" I murmur, stepping closer, hand on my heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s been hours. I thought about them during the meeting. That’s love.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Estela crosses her arms under her chest—an unintentional act ofviolence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You haven’t even kissedmeyet,\" she pouts, turning her face away dramatically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I gasp. \"I am kissing you! Spiritually!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She glares. \"You are addressing my boobs like they’re an international delegation.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They are.\" I fall to my knees. \"Ambassadors of peace. Of hope. Pillars of joy—literally.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Daphne—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Shh,\" I whisper, already pressing a reverent kiss to the curve of her left breast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let me speak to them.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Daphne—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don’t interrupt the ritual,\" I say, kissing the right one now. \"I’ve missed you, my loves. Were you treated well in my absence? Did anyone disrespect you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Estela is making a face like she doesn’t want to laugh—but she’s losing the battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I wrap my arms around her waist and bury my face in her chest, sighing with contentment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She shakes her head, laughing now, and it’s the best sound in the world. I press another kiss to her collarbone, then trail one lower. Her fingers slide up into my hair and I sigh against her skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This. This is the only time I get to breathe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All the blood, the strategy, the ruthless decisions—I can handle it all. But only because I have this. Her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Estela guides me toward the bed, her smile turning softer, lazier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You know,\" she whispers as I let her push me back, \"you’re lucky I’m not charging you rent for touching me like this.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh, I’d pay,\" I grin, letting her climb over me. \"Whatever the cost.\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1087,"2026-06-09T07:29:29.584Z",1,"novelbin.me","6930d46961b003594afc229e142504190ec3ae5d31209d1224a514cb2b124243","qt-i-hijacked-a-harem-system-and-now-i-m-ruining-chapter-144","qt-i-hijacked-a-harem-system-and-now-i-m-ruining-chapter-142",399,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fqt-i-hijacked-a-harem-system-and-now-i-m-ruining-cover.jpg"]