“This is not possible!” Silas roared, eyes wide with a mix of fear and fury. “I shot you in the head!”Johnny smirked — not out of arrogance, but with the grim satisfaction of a man who had just walked through the jaws of death and returned. He replayed the last five seconds in his head with brutal clarity.The moment Silas had raised the gun, Johnny didn’t think, he just moved. He lunged forward with everything he had — instincts screaming, adrenaline tearing through his veins. The bullet that should’ve ripped through his skull caught him in the side of the neck instead. Not perfect. But better than dead.Johnny knew something most people didn’t: a bullet to the head is almost always an instant kill. It shatters bone like glass, destroys brain tissue, and gives you no room for second chances. Not even the system skill: [Instant Health Restoration] could pull him back from that kind of grave. A shot to the neck, however, was different. It’s a race against time — blood pumping out fas

Johnny kissed Isabella like the world itself was holding its breath. He didn’t even realize how long it lasted—seconds, maybe minutes—but it felt endless. And the moment his lips met hers, she melted into him and kissed him back.The kiss wasn’t slow. It wasn’t gentle. It was raw, hungry, and hot. Her hands trembled in their restraints, and her breath hitched as something primal surged through her. Every fear she’d been holding in since the night she was kidnapped cracked like thin ice beneath the heat between them.Her heart pounded so loud she could hear it in her ears. Her body leaned into his without hesitation, like she’d been waiting for this moment longer than she realized. When their lips finally parted, Johnny stayed close, just a breath away, feeling her warmth brush against his mouth.“Johnny…” she whispered, her voice light and shaky.Then, all at once, her eyes rolled back. Her body went limp.“Isabella!” Johnny’s heart dropped. He caught her before she slumped to the flo

Johnny drove through the night with the city lights sliding across his windshield like streaks of fire. The engine of the Rolls-Royce Boat Tail hummed low and smooth, a quiet contrast to the storm in his chest. He was pushing the speed, but not enough to pull flashing blue lights on his tail. The last thing he needed was a patrol car slowing him down.As the address got closer, a question pressed harder and harder against the walls of his mind. Why the hell am I hurrying to save Mia? After everything she’s done to me?The answer came just as quickly. Because no one deserves to die at the hands of a psychopath. Not even Mia.When the pin dropped on the map, Johnny’s brows tightened. The building was just a few blocks away from the City Police Precinct. He slowed a little, eyeing the corner with the glowing badge sign. A part of him wanted to turn in there and call for backup. But the thought was gone as fast as it came.There were too many reasons why that wasn’t an option.For one, he

Hey everyone, This really isn’t how I wanted my first address to go, but I owe you all an explanation. I’m sorry for the inconsistent updates lately—I’ve been in and out of the hospital for about a week. Thankfully, I’m getting better and can’t wait to return to steady updates soon. Thank you so much for sticking with Ultimate Harem System. Every read, like, and comment reminds me that this story still matters—and that I’m writing for real people, not robots (lol). So if you’re enjoying Johnny’s rise, keep reading, keep showing love, and let’s make this story something unforgettable. Your support means everything 💙 — Sam Shelby

This was crazy. By far the craziest thing the system had ever asked of him. Spank the Detective’s ass? Seriously? Johnny leaned back in the cold metal chair, staring at the glowing prompt still hanging in his head. Of all the ridiculous things the system could’ve thrown at him — this was the one that came with ownership of Silver Crest Holdings attached. He wanted to own Silver Holdings—if not for anything else, then to make his boss pay. But how the hell was he supposed to do that with the woman sitting in front of him? Johnny watched her as she set a file on the table, pulled out the chair opposite him, and crossed her legs — smooth, deliberate, like a move rehearsed a thousand times. Yeah, this woman was something else. He didn’t even try to hide that he was watching. She looked up, caught his gaze, and arched a brow. “From how much you’re staring,” she said, flipping open the file, “I take it you remember me. So glad to finally have you in cuffs again.” He gave a low