[{"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-155":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},1854893,2462,"Chapter 155: Freedom","qt-i-hijacked-a-harem-system-and-now-i-m-ruining-chapter-155",155,"\u003Cp>Chapter 155 – Estela POV\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’m in love with Daphne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I mean—I already was. That part isn’t new. But now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now it’s different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now it’s deeper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Scarier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heavier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s the kind of love that lives in the bones, not just the skin. The kind that makes your breath hitch for no reason, just because she walked past you with a towel around her neck. The kind that sinks its claws in and stays.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If she left me?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’d die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No jokes. No metaphors. Just plain, stupid, unbearable truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I know it’s probably irrational. Codependency. Trauma-bonding. Insert any psychology term here and I’d probably check every box. Doesn’t matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She found me in that house. Still covered in blood. Still shaking. Still so full of hate I thought I might drown in it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And she didn’t flinch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t tell me to explain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t try to fix it or scold me or tell me I was wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She just held me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then made it disappear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now I’m lying here in her bed, wrapped in her scent, in her world, in her protection, and I know—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’m hers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Utterly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hopelessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And if she ever leaves me?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Let’s just say I hope she never finds out what I’d do if she did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daphne POV\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something’s different about Estela.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’ve been watching her all morning, waiting for the crash. Waiting for the guilt or the shame or even just a sliver of sorrow to settle into her bones. I thought she’d be distant, quiet, haunted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she’s... not.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’s radiant. Not glowing exactly—more like unburdened. Free. Like something heavy has been peeled off her skin and thrown into the fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She hums while brushing her hair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Smiles when she catches me looking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And—this is new—she’s been asking for things.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before, getting Estela into a designer dress was like negotiating with a hostage. She’d twist her lips and say things like \"that’s too much\"or\"what am I supposed to do with that?\"Like indulgence was a crime she had to earn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’s standing in the middle of the boutique I rented out for her—yes, the entire boutique—pointing at an entire roll of clothing swatches and saying, confidently, like a queen in her era:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I want this. From this to this.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She motions with both hands across the fabric display like she’s selecting weapons for a war she knows she’ll win.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I blink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Well... okay then.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She grins at me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ve always wanted to do that,\" she says, and there’s a giddy flicker in her eyes. Like a child playing dress-up, except this child knows how to break bones and dispose of bodies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I can’t help it—I laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not because it’s funny.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because it’s perfect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Estela POV\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’m playing a game.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s called How Far Can Daphne Go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So far, the answer is very.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After yesterday... after everything she did for me—the blood, the fire, the silence—there’s no doubt in my mind anymore. She loves me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deeply. Dangerously. The kind of love you feel in your teeth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She says yes to everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I asked for an entire roll of custom fabric earlier—just to see what she’d say—and she didn’t even blink. Just nodded like I’d asked for a glass of water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So now I’m testing her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Subtly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strategically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Can I get those?\" I ask, pointing to a display of shoes I’ll probably never wear but look absurdly expensive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And that scarf? The diamond-studded one?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And the fur coat that costs more than a house?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She doesn’t even look up from her phone. \"Already added to the cart.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I blink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is fun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Actually, no—this is dangerously fun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julie once told me, while he was blending highlighter into the curve of his cheek with the intensity of a man preparing for war, that I wasn’t using dating a Daphne to my full potential.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re sleeping next to her,\"hesaid. \"And you’re not demanding at least weekly gifts and monthly real estate, what are you even doing?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the time, I’d scoffed. I didn’t need things. I didn’t want to feel like a burden. I’d built my whole life on surviving without needing anyone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now I’m sitting in a private boutique, with three assistants hovering like I’m royalty, being offered options I never even knew existed, and every time I so much as gesture at something, Daphne is already signing the receipt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe Julie was onto something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because here’s the thing: I’ve always had to take care of myself. From the moment I could walk, I was protecting someone—my sisters, my own battered heart. I couldn’t afford softness. I couldn’t afford luxury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All my kills had to be clean. Quick. Quiet. Thought-out. I couldn’t leave trails. Couldn’t let it come back to me. Just do it, move on, survive through the guilt, the self hatred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But lately?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lately I’m tired.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, so tired.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tired of being the strong one. Tired of guilt. Tired of swallowing everything down until it rots in my gut. I don’t want to carry the weight anymore. Not all of it. Not alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daphne didn’t flinch when she saw what I did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t walk away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She cleaned it up. Burned the evidence. Held me like I was still worth loving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in that moment, something inside me cracked open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe it’s not about becoming a whole new person. Maybe it’s about letting go of the parts of myself I no longer need—the ones built entirely for survival.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because if I’m going to hell anyway, then I might as well enjoy the ride.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I want champagne for breakfast. I want to wake up in silk sheets and wear diamonds to the supermarket. I want to say yes to things without checking the price tag. I want to live. Fully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If I’m going to hell anyway, I’ll make sure my life on earth is a blast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There’s something freeing in saying it. Like unclasping a steel collar I didn’t even know I’d been wearing.\u003C\u002Fp>",998,"2026-06-09T07:29:29.584Z",1,"novelbin.me","14ebd11a4d20825accb7235e4cc41e03a9e2020fcef9f8405db09ee342cc448c","qt-i-hijacked-a-harem-system-and-now-i-m-ruining-chapter-156","qt-i-hijacked-a-harem-system-and-now-i-m-ruining-chapter-154",399,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fqt-i-hijacked-a-harem-system-and-now-i-m-ruining-cover.jpg"]