[{"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-330":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},1854719,2462,"Chapter 330: Mine","qt-i-hijacked-a-harem-system-and-now-i-m-ruining-chapter-330",330,"\u003Cp>Chapter 331\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vivienne\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No.\" I fold my arms, planting my feet. Something about this feels wrong. The closed door. The dim room. The way he’s looking at me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walks toward me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before I can react, his hands are on my face and he’s kissing me. Hard. Demanding. Wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It feels nothing like Daphne. Her kisses are fire and poetry and home. His are cold and mechanical and possessive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I shove him. Hit his chest. It feels so wrong, I hate it, no—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Using all my strength, I shove him away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stumbles slightly, catching himself on the dresser. His eyes are wild, his lips wet, and for a moment, he looks like a stranger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What’s wrong with you?!\" My voice shakes. My fists are clenched at my sides. I can still feel his mouth on mine and I want to scrub it off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What’s wrong withme?\" He straightens, something ugly flickering across his face. \"What’s wrong withyou?I’myour fiancé!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So?\" I wipe my mouth, disgust curling in my stomach. \"You don’t have the right to treat me like this.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damien\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ha.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The audacity of this bitch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two days ago, I had a conversation with Elliot. He was careful, casual, but I saw it in his eyes—the way he watched me when he said,\"Have you noticed anything strange between your fiancee’ and your sister?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I thought it was ridiculous. Jealousy. Paranoia. Elliot has always been insecure about the other omegas in my life, and Vivienne has always been the safe one. The one I didn’t have to worry about.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then I started watching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The glances at dinner. The way they gravitate toward each other in a room full of people. The way Vivienne’s face softens when Daphne enters, the way Daphne’s eyes follow her like she’s the only one who exists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The maids confirmed it. Little things. The garden. Late nights. Doors left unlocked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I didn’t want to believe it. Didn’t want to see it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, looking at her standing in my room, wiping my kiss off her lips like I’m something disgusting—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I can’t believe this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I don’t fucking care about her. Not really. She was convenient, presentable, the right family and the right face. A political match. Nothing more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But did it have to be my sister?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The question burns in my chest, hot and acidic. I feel betrayed. Angry. Humiliated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But underneath it all, something else stirs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wants something I have.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I walk toward Vivienne. She’s still standing near the door, her hand on the handle, her face pale but defiant. I grab her jaw, fingers digging into her skin, forcing her to look at me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You aremyfiancée.\" My voice is low, controlled. \"MyOmega. Don’t forget that.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She glares at me, and the hatred in her eyes should make me pause. Should make me reconsider.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It doesn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because Daphne wants her. My perfect, successful, better sister wants something I have. And for once, I’m not going to let her take it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My rut is coming soon.\" I release her jaw, watching the red marks bloom on her pale skin. \"Visit the clinic. Get heat inducers.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No.\" The word is sharp. Final.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No?\" I circle her slowly, watching her track me with those defiant eyes. \"It’s come to my attention that I’ve been neglecting my dear fiancée.\" I stop behind her, close enough to feel her stiffen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So who knows? Maybe this time we could give our parents good news. A grandchild.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She turns, facing me, and I see it—the fear beneath the anger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I mean, who if not my fiancée would I spend my rut with?\" I let the words hang, watching her reaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I have an idea.\" Her voice is cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don’t be so sad.\" I step closer, trying for something conciliatory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Unlike those other omegas, you’re the one who’s going to carry the Han name. There’s nothing wrong with starting a little earlier.\" I grab her hand, trying to pull her back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She snatches it away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes.\" Her eyes are fire. \"That was before you decided to give your attentions to other omegas.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What does that have to do with anything?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I pull her close before she can answer. Before she can say anything else that cuts deeper than I want to admit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I kiss her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then pain explodes on my lip. Copper floods my mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She bit me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I pull back, hand flying to my lip. Blood on my fingers. That fucking bitch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don’t be so hurt, future Mrs. Han.\" The words come out thick, muffled by the blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She doesn’t smile. Doesn’t react at all. Just stares at me with those cold, distant eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I have to go.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She walks to the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Vivienne—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She slams it behind her. I will never let her go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During dinner, Father keeps speaking about work. Poll numbers. Donors. Strategy. The usual drone that fills our meals, drowning out any real conversation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’m barely listening. My lip still throbs where she bit me. Every pulse of pain is a reminder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I think we should have the wedding before the elections.\" My voice cuts through Father’s monologue. \"This way I can have the image of the family man.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The table goes quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vivienne’s fork freezes halfway to her mouth. Across from her, Daphne’s eyes narrow, sharp and dangerous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Father considers this, stroking his chin. \"The timing would be tight, but it’s not without merit. A wedding generates positive press. Humanizes the candidate.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I agree.\" I keep my voice casual, watching Vivienne out of the corner of my eye. \"Something small, maybe. Family only. We can have a larger celebration after the election.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The family man angle is strong,\" Father muses. \"Especially with your approval ratings among married voters...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damien.\" Vivienne’s voice is tight. \"We haven’t discussed—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Discussed what?\" I smile at her. \"We’ve been engaged for over two years. The wedding was always going to happen.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her hands grip her napkin. \"I thought we agreed to wait until after—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Plans change.\" I reach across the table, take her hand. She flinches,just slightly, just enough for me to feel it. \"Don’t you think, darling?\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1021,"2026-06-09T07:29:29.584Z",1,"novelbin.me","22ab62c4683774d193917d6c7e6855e64ec77634edd539bf1ec260255869f07c","qt-i-hijacked-a-harem-system-and-now-i-m-ruining-chapter-331","qt-i-hijacked-a-harem-system-and-now-i-m-ruining-chapter-329",399,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fqt-i-hijacked-a-harem-system-and-now-i-m-ruining-cover.jpg"]