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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Viella’s POV
Reaching home, I stormed into my room. First step: shower. Second step: food. Third step: eternal sleep to forget this cursed day ever happened.
The warm water helped a bit. Once dressed in my second set of comfy pajamas, I floated down like a ghost to the dining room.
Ah… Finally, some peace. No snakes. No Dead flag. No demon brother trying to enslave me.
Just me and food.
If heaven had a flavor, it was the creamy pasta and garlic bread that melted in my mouth. If only the people around me were half as comforting as this meal, I’d be living the dream. Instead, I’m living a cursed 抖阴社区 chapter with mafia men and snakes.
I finished eating like I hadn’t been fed in 10 years, patted my happy tummy, and marched back upstairs. Few more days until I can sneak that bracelet back from Lucians hands and pretend like nothing happened. And after that? I’m gone. Done. Not just from the plot—no no—I’m packing my things and relocating to Mars. Let Alina and Dante do whatever they want. I’ll be watching from space with popcorn and peace.
With that I fell asleep
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Midnight
My breath caught in my throat.
Darkness wrapped around me. Not normal darkness—something thicker, like drowning in ink.
And then I saw it.
A figure. Shadowy. Tall. Hands wrapping around my neck.
“You’re not Viella…” The voice was not human. It was hollow. “She’s no more.” “Who are you?” “Tell me!”
I tried to scream, to fight, to breathe— But I couldn’t.
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I woke up with a loud gasp, clutching my throat as if it still remembered the pressure. My skin was clammy, my hair sticking to my forehead. My chest heaved with panic.
Was I… dreaming?
I fumbled for the bell and called my maid immediately.
“Has anyone come into my room?” I asked her, voice sharp and trembling.
She shook her head with wide eyes. “No, milady. I have been right outside.”
I dismissed her and leaned back, heart pounding. I grabbed my phone and checked the time: 4:03 AM.
Of course.
Why do nightmares love that cursed hour?
Sleep was impossible now. I needed air—or possibly an exorcist.
I stepped onto my balcony and let the early morning wind cool the sweat off my neck.
Looking around, my gaze landed on the mansion beside mine.
