[{"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-147":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},1854985,2462,"Chapter 147: Snake","qt-i-hijacked-a-harem-system-and-now-i-m-ruining-chapter-147",147,"\u003Cp>Chapter 147 – Antonia POV\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I hate to admit it—but she got me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daphne Castellano. Cool, calculating, terrifyingly poised. She walked into my garden like a devil on sabbatical, and somehow left me sitting here with a card in my hand and a contract buzzing in my brain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It is a juicy deal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too juicy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But I don’t give in. Not yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I sip my tea and lean back with casual grace, legs crossed like I’m still in control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Now why,\" I say, voice sweet and slow, \"would I possibly switch teams? Luciano is just... okay.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She sits across from me, legs folded like a queen with a chessboard instead of a crown. Her eyes glint—sharp, amused, knowing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that smile. That goddamn smile like she’s already won.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Surely,\" she says, smooth as silk, \"you know Luciano is, at the end of the day, my father’s son.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I raise an eyebrow, but she keeps going.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re in your thirties. Still stunning—obviously—but soon, the novelty will wear off. He’ll want someone younger. More pliable. Less... experienced.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I scoff, but it’s bitter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because she’s right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I have noticed the change. The reduced visits. The soft apologies. The lingering guilt in his eyes when he looks at me like a favorite book he’s already read too many times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite how good I still look—and believe me, I do—men like Luciano don’t stick around once the bloom fades. They’re too busy chasing fresher petals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I don’t respond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daphne leans forward slightly, her voice lowering just enough to feel intimate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And you’re in a gilded cage,\" she says. \"Kept. Polished. Controlled.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her gaze pins me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I just know,\" she murmurs, \"you need your freedom.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She reaches into her jacket and slides a card across the table. It’s black. Sleek. Heavy. No name. Just a number in elegant silver print.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Once you make up your mind,\" she says, standing up and fixing her jacket, \"text that number. And we can talk details.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she turns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And walks away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like she already knows I will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like she didn’t just plant a seed—Ivy, slow-growing, invasive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stare at the card.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It glints under the sun, dark and dangerous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And I take it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’ll still have to think about it, there’s nothing I love more than my life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I place the plate down in front of him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luciano.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking just as infuriatingly handsome and dangerous as ever. He doesn’t touch the food. He never does, not when he’s angry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m not here to eat,\" he growls. \"I heard that bitch passed by.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course. Daphne. Word travels fast in Castellano, especially when you’ve got a thousand spies and your paranoia wears custom-tailored suits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes, she did,\" I say, calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What did she want!?\" His voice rises.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I resist the urge to roll my eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Her lover is someone from my orphanage,\" I say smoothly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Technically true. Luciano doesn’t know the full history. Only his father—Valentino—did. All Luciano knows is that the old man took a fancy to me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How did she find you?\" he asks, grumbling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I tilt my head. \"I do not know,\" I say meekly, lowering my eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He narrows his gaze, still suspicious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That’s it?\" he pushes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I hesitate. Then: \"She also asked me to switch sides. To give her information on you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That part... is a stretch. She didn’t say it exactly, but it was written between the lines of her sleek little offer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He bursts out laughing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I force a smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I hope you didn’t—\" he starts, but I cut him off with a turn of my head, a pout full of wounded devotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Of course I didn’t,\" I say, my voice trembling just enough to sell it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You know I love you. You know everything I’vedonefor you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My fists clench at my sides, trembling slightly—for effect. Just enough for him to believe he still has control over me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He softens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like clockwork.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I feel the weight of his hand settle on my shoulder, heavy with apology.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m sorry,\" he murmurs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I know. I know, I’m just stressed—with the war, with the family. I didn’t mean to doubt you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too easy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I turn, wrapping my arms around his waist and resting my cheek against his chest. He smells like cologne and ambition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You haven’t visited me in so long,\" I whisper. \"Won’t you stay? Just a little?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I have to—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I kiss him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soft. Sweet. Controlled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Please.\" I whisper against his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he gives in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hands tangle in my hair. His mouth claims mine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I pretend to be asleep as he dresses in the dark, murmuring into his phone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Business, as always. No apologies. No parting kiss. Just the rustle of clothes, the click of polished shoes, the soft chime of the door as it closes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment he’s gone, I open my eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I rise, walk calmly to the bathroom, and turn on the shower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Let the heat scald away the performance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the shower, I strip the bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clean sheets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No trace of him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No scent left on the pillowcases.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I pour myself a glass of wine—something dry and expensive—and sit by the window in nothing but a robe. The house is quiet now. Still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The card sits on the table like a challenge. Black. Sleek. No name. Just promise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I reach under the floorboards and pull out the old burner phone. Cheap. Small. Reliable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A snake needs to shed its skin every now and then.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I send the text.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just a number.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then: Ready to talk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s done.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One thing about me?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’m selfish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Always have been. Always will be.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When I found out my target all those years ago was a Castellano, I didn’t hesitate. I latched onto the man like a vine chokes a tree. Wound my way into his bed, his trust, his secrets. I watched the Don rot from the inside and never once felt sorry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And when he started to fade?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I pivoted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Latched onto his son.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aged down the act, adjusted the mask.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Men are so easy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now? I’m doing it again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s nothing personal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just the better deal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I should’ve hated her for seeing through me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But instead—I admired it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So few people do. They see the soft edges I wear like perfume and miss the blade underneath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But not her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that makes her dangerous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just like me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luciano, Luciano...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I swirl the wine in my glass, watching it catch the light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I can’t wait to see his face when I twist the knife, straight into his back.\u003C\u002Fp>",1092,"2026-06-09T07:29:29.584Z",1,"novelbin.me","f8e727277b6b325bcfdd69781ca037086d9aa84c89ffae4620766b054bd1748b","qt-i-hijacked-a-harem-system-and-now-i-m-ruining-chapter-148","qt-i-hijacked-a-harem-system-and-now-i-m-ruining-chapter-146",399,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fqt-i-hijacked-a-harem-system-and-now-i-m-ruining-cover.jpg"]