[{"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-346":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},1854735,2462,"Chapter 346: Mental Breakdown","qt-i-hijacked-a-harem-system-and-now-i-m-ruining-chapter-346",346,"\u003Cp>Chapter 347\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vivienne\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I look at the wedding preparations in dread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s like being on a train racing toward the edge of a cliff, and I can’t stop it. I can only watch in horror, feel the ground crumble beneath me, and wait for the fall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It doesn’t help that Daphne isn’t around. She’s on her a business trip, no calls, just occasional texts that feel like placeholders.Miss you. Thinking of you. Busy day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’m angry. But what do I want her to do? Stay here and give me her blessings?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s selfish, Vivienne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re ready.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The attendant pulls back the curtain. I step out of the dressing room in a cloud of white silk and lace, and both Olga and my mother immediately start fawning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh, Vivienne.\" My mother presses her hands to her chest. \"You look beautiful.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The dress is perfect,\" Olga agrees. \"Damien won’t know what hit him.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stand there, turning slowly, letting them see the train, the bodice, the delicate embroidery. I nod at the right moments. Smile when they expect it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But I’m not here. I’m somewhere far, far away from this shop, this dress, this life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wedding is set for two weeks from now. Two weeks after that is the election. Everyone is busy. Damien is campaigning. Olga is planning. My mother is glowing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Daphne is gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I don’t remember trying on the other dresses. I don’t remember choosing this one. I just follow along, letting them decide, because I don’t care anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shoes. Bouquet. Veil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Next. Next. Next.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s all I can do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We stop at a random cafe. My mother wants tea. Olga wants pastries. I want five minutes alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I slip into the bathroom, splash water on my face, and immediately realize I’ve ruined my makeup. Great. Just great.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I pull out my bag, start fixing it. Mascara. Concealer. The careful construction of a woman who has everything under control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bathroom door opens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fuck me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In staff uniform, Damien’s lover walks in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I don’t acknowledge him. Just keep touching up my makeup, pretending he’s a stranger, pretending my heart isn’t racing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Congratulations.\" He leans against the sink, arms crossed. \"I heard the wedding is finally happening.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thank you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He studies me. \"I was starting to think you would never get married.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I don’t look at him. \"Don’t worry. You can continue being his favorite little toy even after the wedding. I’m not possessive.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He laughs. It’s not a nice sound. \"I’m not interested in married Alphas.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Just the ones with fiancées?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He goes quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I finish my mascara, cap the wand, start packing up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don’t see what’s so special about you.\" His voice is different now. Sharper. \"You’re not even that pretty.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I resist the urge to roll my eyes. A cat fight. In a cafe bathroom. Just what I need.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I won’t humor him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I would say the same,\" I keep my voice cool, \"but seeing as it’s not just my fiancé you’ve got wrapped around your finger, I suppose you’re in a position to make such judgments.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m not talking about Damien.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I freeze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Whatever.\" I reach for the mascara brush, try to place it back in its holder—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Daphne doesn’t love you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The brush snaps in my hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mascara bleeds across my fingers, black and sticky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What did you just say?\" My voice is steady. Too steady.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He smiles. It’s ugly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m glad you’re getting married. That way, Daphne will have to give up on you. She’ll finally look at other Omegas.\" He tilts his head. \"After all, you’ll belegallyfamily.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I look at my hand. Mascara smeared across my palm. The broken brush in pieces on the counter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leave her alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words are in my head. I don’t know if I said them out loud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You have no right to tell me that.\" He pushes off from the sink, steps closer. \"After all, you’re nothing more than her sister-in-law.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I don’t feel myself move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I don’t feel my hand connect with his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I don’t feel my fingers twist in his hair, yank his head back, watch his eyes go wide with shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daphne is mine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thought is a roar in my ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How dare he. How dare this bitch want her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I don’t remember being dragged away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I don’t remember Olga’s voice, sharp with alarm. My mother’s hands on my shoulders, pulling me back. The cafe owner, shouting something about calling the police.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I don’t remember any of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How could you act like that in public, Vivienne?!\" Damien’s voice booms through the kitchen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Be composed, Vivienne. Be calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The elections are coming up. How could you act so disrespectfully?!\" He’s pacing now, his face red, his hands gesturing wildly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My eye twitches.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I shove the cutting board off the counter. Vegetables scatter across the floor. A glass bowl shatters. The sound is loud, satisfying, not enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Was I supposed to just stand there and let your fucking slut disrespect me?!\" My voice tears out of me, raw and unfamiliar. I don’t recognize myself right now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The kitchen falls silent. Servants freeze in the doorway. Damien stares at me like I’ve grown a second head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This might be the first time I’ve ever screamed at him. First time I’ve screamed at all in the Han mansion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What the fuck is wrong with you?!\" he shouts back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What? You think you’re the only one with vocal cords?!\" I’m shaking. My hands are shaking. Everything is shaking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’ve been so irritable lately. Moving through bouts of depression and anger like weather I can’t control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One moment I’m fine, the next I’m this—a stranger in my own body, watching myself from somewhere far away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The servants start clearing the mess. Damien turns away, muttering under his breath. Something about me being a crazy bitch. Something about regretting the engagement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yeah?\" My voice is too loud. \"I regret it too. The proposal should have gone to the better twin.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He freezes. Turns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What the fuck did you just say?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I said Daphne is the better twin.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words hang in the air like smoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Damien lunges. The servants grab him, hold him back. He’s shouting, spitting, calling me names I’ve never heard directed at me before. I don’t care. I grab a knife from the counter—just to hold, just to make him stop, just to have something solid in my hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You think I’m scared of you?!\" I wave it in his direction. \"Come at me?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More hands grab me. Servants on both sides now, pulling me back, pleading with me to calm down. I can’t calm down. I don’t know how.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lady Vivienne, please—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My lady—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You insane bitch!\" Damien shoves free of the servants holding him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something snaps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I shove off the hands holding me back. The knife is in my hand. My vision is red. My thoughts are a scream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he’s dead, I can be with Daphne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he’s dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he’s dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he’s dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I swing the knife for some reason the action is farmiliar, as if wielding a knife with intent to kill is something that I usually do.\u003C\u002Fp>",1195,"2026-06-09T07:29:29.584Z",1,"novelbin.me","b29c4807e4d16b6e910bf970b498c00b3707e8f51455699095c004a9ce10be55","qt-i-hijacked-a-harem-system-and-now-i-m-ruining-chapter-347","qt-i-hijacked-a-harem-system-and-now-i-m-ruining-chapter-345",399,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fqt-i-hijacked-a-harem-system-and-now-i-m-ruining-cover.jpg"]