Vivien never thought her favorite mafia novel would become her prison-until she woke up inside it, trapped as the villainess fiancée who was supposed to die.
She wasn't the heroine. She was the cruel woman who tormented Alina, the girl sold to Dante...
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The next day.
I woke up like a tired goblin dragging myself out of the bed.
With a groan and hair that looked like I fought a pigeon, I blinked at the ceiling.
Took my phone for another annoying dramatic headlines, familys nagging
BUT
No news headlines. No family emergency calls. No Dante mafia threats. Nothing.
Suspicious.
After that party's drama? I expected fire, flood, and at least three emotional blackmail texts. But my phone was dry.
Even Dante, Mr. Mafia Cold-Glare himself, didn’t text. It wasn't like he gonna text anyway.
Figures.
A soft knock at the door. My maid entered quietly, and from her wide eyes, I could tell she was new.
"Good morning, Miss Vielle," she whispered.
Poor thing looked like I’d throw a fork at her just for breathing too loudly.
I didn’t.
Instead, I nodded and let her clean as I dragged myself to the shower. After washing off all the party trauma, I picked out a comfy beige knit dress with a fitted waist and puff sleeves. Casual, classy, and absolutely NOT tight enough to die in.
Light makeup, loose curls, and a spritz of citrus perfume.
Because, villainess or not, dying without looking nice is a crime.
Downstairs, I started eating my brunch — a peaceful moment with juice in hand — until:
Notification: From Hothead-hiss-hiss
Mentally laughed after seeing the name vielle set for him.
Then opened the chat to see
A picture of the bracelet. The bracelet that caused more mental breakdowns than high school math.
Sent by none other than my so-called evil brother.
"Be in time. Or I’m throwing it off the roof."
My soul nearly left my body. I dropped my toast and smashed reply:
"YES YES 5 MINS I’M ON MY WAY DEAREST BROTHER PLEASE SPARE IT."
I chugged the rest of my juice like a shot of regret, grabbed my bag, and bolted.
Inside the car, I opened our old texts to mentally prepare. And get to know their bond well as it wasn't mentioned much in the book
