Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System novel Chapter 147

Chapter 147: Chapter 147: Truth

Chapter 147 – Truth

Emily hadn’t expected this.

She hadn’t seen Noah since the day she’d stepped into Weaverheart territory—since she’d been blackmailed, dragged into a game she couldn’t control.

And now here he was.

His hair now silver. His eyes now deeper and more matured.

’His hair and eyes...’ she thought absently.

But she shook the thought away.

’Not the time to be distracted, Emily!’ she screamed inwardly.

CLICK—!

Her fingers snapped.

In the next instant, chains erupted—fire, lightning, shadow, earth—wrapping around Rome, binding him where he stood.

Not just one spell. This was a coordinated ambush. A premeditated strike by more than just her.

Rome’s eyes widened in disbelief. He turned to Emily.

And saw the mask was gone.

The woman who once stood by his side with a gentle smile now looked at him with open disgust—like he was filth.

Something worthless.

He trembled.

"E-Emily...?" His voice wavered, fragile. As if hoping—begging—this wasn’t what it seemed.

But Emily’s eyes were cold.

"Don’t ever speak my name again," she said with a voice like winter steel.

Rome froze. The chains digging into his flesh barely registered.

All he could think was:

Why?

"Why...?" he whispered. "What did I do?"

His voice cracked as he clung to some fragile thread of logic.

"Didn’t I treat you right?"

A pause.

"Didn’t I give you everything you ever asked for?"

His voice rose, rage beginning to creep in.

"Didn’t I—didn’t I forgive you for cheating on me?!"

And then—he snapped.

"DID I NOT FUCKING KILL MY OWN BROTHER FOR YOU?!"

"AND NOW—NOW YOU BETRAY ME?! ME?! EMILY?! ANSWER ME!"

The chains rattled violently as he struggled, bloodshot eyes blazing.

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He fought to break free.

To do something. Anything.

But Emily... remained expressionless.

"I don’t give a damn," she said quietly, her voice cold and final.

"I don’t care what you gave me. I don’t care if you treated me like a queen."

Then her voice changed.

Deeper and sharper.

The voice of long-held fury—a storm nurtured in silence for years.

"And why are you acting like I owe you something?"

Her words cut like a knife.

"Why are you acting like I asked for this? Like I told you to give me everything? Like I told you to kill Caesar?"

Julius Caesar Castria.

Rome’s brother. The one he murdered.

"Why?" Emily demanded. "Why are you rewriting the past?"

Rome growled, "It was him or you."

"I chose you. I killed him for you. Because I loved you more than anything."

Emily... laughed.

Not a laugh of joy.

But a hollow and docking laugh.

"You’re embarrassing, Rome."

"You didn’t kill him for me."

"You killed him because you were afraid."

"Because you were jealous."

"Because you’ve always had that pathetic inferiority complex."

She took a step forward.

"You killed him because he was better than you."

"You were only Crown Prince because of your mother. Because she was the official wife. And because Julius was a concubine’s son."

"You didn’t earn anything. You were handed this palace—this crown."