[{"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-303":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},1854692,2462,"Chapter 303: Icey relationship","qt-i-hijacked-a-harem-system-and-now-i-m-ruining-chapter-303",303,"\u003Cp>Chapter 302\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vivienne\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I look at the pictures and sigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The photos are damning—Damien and that omega, Elliot, in various states of intimacy. A parking garage. A hotel lobby. The bathroom at the golf course, somehow captured through a gap in the door. Nothing explicit enough to be pornographic, but more than enough to destroy a political campaign.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Careless. So fuckingcareless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I walk toward Damien’s room, the photos tucked in a folder under my arm. My heels click against the marble floor, each step echoing in the quiet hallway. Part of me wants to turn around, to pretend I never saw them. Let him burn. Let the whole carefully constructed facade crumble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the face of Daphne appears in my mind. I’m in no position to throw stones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I knock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He opens the door, surprised to see me. We don’t visit each other’s rooms. We don’t visit each other at all, beyond the required public appearances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What is it?\" he asks, already sounding annoyed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like I would want to be here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I step past him into the room, holding out the folder. \"Someone sent me pictures of that omega of yours.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He flinches. Good. At least he has the sense to be afraid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He takes the folder, opens it, flips through the photos. His face goes pale, then red. \"Who sent these?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don’t know. Anonymous delivery. No note, no demands. Just the photos.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looks up at me, suspicious. \"Why are you bringing these to me?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Because I’m your fiancée. Because if this leaks, it doesn’t just ruin you—it ruins the whole family.\" I fold my arms, fixing him with my coldest stare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don’t care if you have one Omega or a hundred. That’s your business. But the elections are around the corner. How could you be so careless?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He has the grace to look ashamed. Just for a moment, before the defensiveness kicks in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You knew about Elliot. You’ve always known.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I knew you had someone. I didn’t know you were documenting it for blackmailers.\" I gesture at the photos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"These aren’t paparazzi shots, Damien. These are professional. Someone’s been watching you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He flips through them again, jaw tight. \"I’ll handle it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don’t know yet. But I’ll handle it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I study him for a long moment. He’s handsome, in that polished political way. He’s not cruel, not intentionally. But he’s weak. Weak in ways that make him dangerous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Who else knows about him?\" I ask.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Just... a few people. His brother. My driver. Maybe some others.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Maybe.\" I shake my head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mayor Han, wake up. Your position is not so frivolous.\" I jab his chest with my finger, watching him flinch. \"I suggest you don’t meet with that Omega for a while. At least until the election is over and we find out who’s behind these photos.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He clenches his jaw. That stubborn set to his mouth that I’ve seen in countless photos and exactly zero private moments that mattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ll deal with it,\" he says.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s dismissal. Clear and cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I sigh and walk out of the room, not bothering to look back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hallway stretches before me, empty and ornate, the kind of wealth that’s supposed to feel like security. It doesn’t. Not anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I can’t help but think how different my life would be if I had been engaged to the other Han sibling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thought is treasonous. Disloyal. Everything I was raised not to be.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it’s also true.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daphne looks at me like I’m the answer to a question she’s been asking for centuries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I press my hand to my chest, feeling my heart race at just the thought of her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stop it, I tell myself. You’re engaged. You have responsibilities. You have—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I have nothing. Nothing except a ring on my finger and a future that feels increasingly like a cage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I walk to my room and close the door, leaning against it in the dark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daphne\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Well. That was cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I watched the whole exchange—Vivienne’s frustration, Damien’s dismissal, the way she walked out with her shoulders tight and her head high.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’ve always known their relationship was on the rocks. But this is worse than I imagined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[The photos served their purpose.] The System’s voice is calm, clinical. [Damien’s response confirms his priorities. Position over person.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Exactly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I sent the pictures, with the System’s help. Anonymous delivery, untraceable, perfectly timed. I needed Damien to step back from Elliot for a while. Needed space to work, to plan, to dismantle this harem piece by piece without the MC constantly distracted by one of his Alphas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But I also needed to see.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To understand what I’m dealing with.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And what I saw is this: Damien Han does not love Elliot Wallace. Not the way that matters. Not enough to sacrifice for.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the original timeline, he never publicly acknowledged their relationship either. Even in the so-called \"happily ever after,\" their connection existed in shadows, in whispers, in convenient arrangements.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Never his priority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, I’ll make him choose. Really choose. Between his status and his beloved Omega.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I wonder which one will win.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Analysis suggests Damien will choose status. His character construct prioritizes external validation and political power above emotional connection.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Exactly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I open my laptop screen, pulling up the feeds and reports from Vincent Moretti’s crumbling empire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The screen flickers to life, displaying a mosaic of information—financial trackers, communication intercepts, surveillance updates. The System’s upgrades have made this almost too easy. Almost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vincent’s face appears in a grainy security feed from one of his remaining safe houses. He looks terrible. Dark circles under his eyes, twitching hands, the kind of desperate energy that precedes catastrophic mistakes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Good.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I scroll through the updates:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>· Three more lieutenants have been picked up by federal authorities. All of them are singing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>· Two offshore accounts frozen by \"unexplained regulatory scrutiny.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>· A shipment of weapons intercepted at the docks—anonymous tip to the police.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>· His remaining captains are meeting without him. Discussing \"alternatives.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Vincent has identified a pattern. He knows someone is systematically dismantling his operations. He does not yet know who.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He will soon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[That is inadvisable. Direct confrontation—]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’m not going to confront him. I’m going to let him find what I want him to find.\u003C\u002Fp>",1047,"2026-06-09T07:29:29.584Z",1,"novelbin.me","59c7fdb317f98338add72c4b8586b252948592222ce834c5e5667704f583174c","qt-i-hijacked-a-harem-system-and-now-i-m-ruining-chapter-304","qt-i-hijacked-a-harem-system-and-now-i-m-ruining-chapter-302",399,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fqt-i-hijacked-a-harem-system-and-now-i-m-ruining-cover.jpg"]