Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System-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.

CLACK. CLACK.

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. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

"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."

She gestured at the opulence around them with disgust.

"You hated him because he was more talented. More beloved. Stronger. Smarter."

"And when the chance came, you took it. You killed him in cold blood without remorse."

Her voice dropped.

"So don’t you dare talk about love. You don’t even love yourself. How could you love anyone else?"

Emily’s voice became venomous.

"You are a filthy coward."

Rome flinched, her words slicing straight into the core of everything he’d tried to hide.

His mask shattered.

"I-I’m not—"

"Enough."

Noah’s voice silenced the room.

Rome’s mouth snapped shut.

"I understand now the truth behind all this. But I don’t have time for this pathetic performance."

Noah’s eyes drifted off-screen. Just beyond the projection, Sophie stood, silent.

She wasn’t meant to see this.

Hair alive with crackling lightning. A crimson thunderbolt tattoo glowed on her forehead like a brand of power.

Noah hadn’t expected this much evolution from her.

But she’d exceeded everything.

He was proud. In awe, even.

That’s why—

Noah turned back to the screen.

Rome and Emily. Isac and Albert kneeling in the background.

Time to finish this.

"You don’t need me to explain it," Noah said calmly. "You have eyes. You saw your sons."

"They’ve gone to the demon continent and made a pact with a demon. Not any demon, it was a demon lord."

"All to win the throne."

He let the silence hang.

"Do you know what will happen if this gets out?"

Rome’s lips trembled.

He had seen the truth—seen the unnatural darkness in Isac and Albert’s eyes.

He knew.

He’d heard of others—humans who sold their souls for power.

Slaves to demons.

But to see his own sons fall to that?

’Did I fail them?’

’Did I fail... as a father?’

Even now, all he could feel was the weight of uselessness.

’Did I ever do anything right?’

His voice was hollow when he asked, "What... what do you want?"

Noah’s expression didn’t change.

"I’m not here to force anything, Rome."

"I’m not asking you to hand Sophie the throne."

"I want just one thing."

His eyes glowed—white, runic, divine.

"A battle."

"Your two sons versus Sophie."

"Both of them at the same time, if they want. I don’t care."

"If she wins... she takes the throne."

"Not because you gave it to her."

"Not because I gave it to her."

Noah’s voice lowered.

"But because she earned it."

That was his goal since the beginning.

He would not insult Sophie’s journey by gifting her power.

She had worked for it. Bled for it. Suffered for it.

And she would claim it with her own hands.

Noah turned his head toward her.

And there he find Sophie looking at him with her eyes wide, lightning in her veins and love in her soul.

Noah smiled beautifully.

"You ready, my Empress?"

"It’s time to take what belongs to you."

At these words—

[Sophie’s feelings for you have reached 100%.]

—End of Chapter 147—