[{"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-307":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},1854696,2462,"Chapter 307: Correction","qt-i-hijacked-a-harem-system-and-now-i-m-ruining-chapter-307",307,"\u003Cp>Chapter 308\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vivienne\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I can’t help staying at her bedside in the hospital.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I can’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every time I think about leaving, my feet root to the floor. Every time a nurse suggests I go home and rest, my hands tighten on hers. She’s pale and still and mine, and the thought of walking away feels like abandoning her all over again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Olga called.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three times. The first was concern—\"Vivienne, dear, where are you? The housekeeper said you left in quite a hurry.\" The second was worry—\"Is everything alright? You’ve been gone for hours.\" The third was suspicion—\"Vivienne, the mayor’s office is asking about a schedule change. I need you home.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I couldn’t emphasize anymore without becoming suspicious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So I kissed Daphne’s forehead,she was sleeping, the drip doing its work and whispered promises she couldn’t hear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead of heading home, or telling Olga her was in hospital I do neither, and decide to go to her apartment instead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The walk to her apartment is a blur. The city moves around me, indifferent to my turmoil. I ride the elevator up with a hollow chest and trembling hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’ll be fine. The doctors said so. Just dehydrated, alcohol poisoning, no food in her system. A few more hours on the drip and she’ll be awake, aware, alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But I need to do something. Anything. I can’t just sit and wait and think about what almost happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So I clean.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her apartment is sleek, modern, expensive—but there’s evidence of her everywhere. A half-empty coffee cup on the desk. A jacket thrown over a chair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spilled bottle on the rug, the dark stain I scrub until my knees ache and my fingers prune.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I could hire someone, but I don’t want to. The same illogical feeling that has me keeping this a secret, and ignoring my mother in laws calls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within an hour, the apartment is spotless. The rug is damp but clean. The bottles are in the recycling. The surfaces gleam.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now what.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stand in the middle of her living room, surrounded by perfection, and feel utterly lost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My eyes drift to the slightly open door of her bedroom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don’t do it, I tell myself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I walk toward it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is an invasion of privacy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I push it open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is creepy and weird and—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room is simple. A large bed with gray linens. A nightstand with a single book. A closet with sliding doors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her scent is here, very faint though after all she’s been living at the mansion of late, but it’s still there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I step inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The closet doors slide open easily. Her clothes hang in neat rows ;suits, shirts, a few casual pieces. I run my fingers over the fabric, imagining her in each one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I come across, one a simple button up, and bring it to my nose, I’m aware what I’m doing is very awkward and odd and well...weird.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’m glad no one is around to see this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I remove my shirt,the one I’ve worn all day, the one that smells like hospital and fear—and pull hers on instead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s too big. The sleeves hang past my wrists, the hem falls to mid-thigh. It’s too big, it falls to my mid thigh, she’s so tall after all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daphne\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I blink open my eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hospital ceiling. White. Sterile. Beeping machines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Host. That was very dangerous.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How did I get here?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The System explains,Vivienne found me. Called the ambulance. Saved my life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My apartment should have been locked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[It’s a digital lock. I opened it. Had it been a normal door with keys... you would have died, Host.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stare at the ceiling, letting that sink in. I almost died. Because I was too weak, too broken, too stupid to handle what happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yeah. Yeah, I’m sorry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Host, you—]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I mentally shut off the System. I can’t. Not right now. Not with the memories pressing in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was a dumb decision. I wasn’t thinking. Wasn’t in the right headspace. The whole week is a blur of alcohol and rage and him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking about it makes me angry all over again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I used to think Elliot was a victim. An Omega trapped in a world that treats his kind like objects. Surrounded by Alphas who take and take and never give. I pitied him. I wanted to help him, in my way, by breaking the harem that would eventually doom everyone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now I think about what he did. What he tried to do. He’s just as bad as all the Alphas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worse, maybe. Because he plays the victim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thought curdles in my stomach, bitter and acidic. I should avoid seeing him. Definitely avoid seeing him. Because if I see him again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I might just fuck it all up and actually strangle him to death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I sit up, flinching slightly as I disturb the drip. The needle tugs at my skin, a sharp reminder of where I am and why.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A nurse appears moments later, efficient and cheerful. \"Ah, you’re awake! Let me just check your vitals.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She does. Blood pressure, heart rate, the whole routine. I endure it with the patience of someone who’s done this too many times before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Glad you’re okay,\" she says, smiling. \"Your omega has been here with you for hours. Very devoted.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My blood turns to ice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Omega.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elliot. It has to be Elliot. Who else would—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But just then, the door opens, and Vivienne walks in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’s carrying a bag and she looks tired but relieved to see me awake. The nurse glances between us, still smiling, and I realize with a jolt that she thinks Vivienne is my omega.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I immediately relax, the tension draining from my shoulders so fast I almost slump.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vivienne doesn’t correct the nurse. Doesn’t explain that she’s my sister-in-law, my brother’s fiancée, anything that would shatter this fragile, beautiful illusion. She just sets the bag down and settles into the chair beside my bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I brought you a change of clothes,\" she says softly. \"Your phone, too. And some toiletries from your apartment. I wasn’t sure how long they’d keep you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thank you.\" The words come out softer than I intended. Raw. Grateful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The nurse finishes her checks, still oblivious, and bustles out with a cheerful \"Call if you need anything!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The door clicks shut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We’re alone.\u003C\u002Fp>",1057,"2026-06-09T07:29:29.584Z",1,"novelbin.me","278236a9c5a1cc160815b360ed77aeddf107fbf6250c0c24106ebd85fe165e91","qt-i-hijacked-a-harem-system-and-now-i-m-ruining-chapter-308","qt-i-hijacked-a-harem-system-and-now-i-m-ruining-chapter-306",399,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fqt-i-hijacked-a-harem-system-and-now-i-m-ruining-cover.jpg"]