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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No One’s POV
“I did as you told me—then why isn’t he acting the same?!” a furious voice cut through the silence, sharp and trembling with rage.
The unknown figure didn’t even flinch. They only gave a half-hearted shrug
Alina’s eyes burned, locking onto him like daggers. “It’s your freaking story! How do you not know anything? You wrote him! You wrote Dante! Then why—why isn’t he obsessed with me?”
A low chuckle slipped from the figure, calm, mocking. “I told you not to mess with the script.”
“I did not!” Alina spat, voice cracking. “I followed everything—acted pitiful, looked fragile, even did that stupid trembling-lip thing you said! Everything was fine until her.” Her chest heaved, hands shaking as she hissed, “Until that woman—Viella—started acting like… like this!”
The unknown leaned back, watching her “Okay, okay… chill, Alina.”
“Chill??” Her voice shot higher, filled with bitterness. “Are you kidding me?! I’ve been silent, swallowing every humiliation, every time Dante brushed me off. And now—now look at him! He’s not even glancing at me anymore. Not even once. His eyes… they’re all on her.”
Silence pressed heavy between them.
Finally, the figure’s tone sharpened. “I know that’s not Viella. Because that woman—”
“Shhh.” The unknown leaned forward suddenly, eyes cold as steel. “Don’t cross the line, Alina.”
Her breath hitched, words dying in her throat.
“I did everything because you begged for Dante. Because you wanted him. I handed you the perfect role. But if you dare test my patience—” their smile curled, wicked and merciless, “I’ll erase your existence from this story like you never belonged.”
Alina’s body trembled, her fury clashing with fear. Her eyes glistened with angry tears, but no words came out. With a strangled gasp, she turned on her heel and stormed out.
The unknown figure didn’t move. Instead, his gaze shifted to the window, where moonlight bled into the room. A slow smirk carved across their lips.
“Oh, Viella…” they murmured darkly, almost in awe.
“You’re catching everyone’s attention now.”
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Viella's POV
Uh... hello? My brain's still buffering. My eyes barely open, and all I see is the inside of a moving car. Am... am I getting kidnapped??
"Not yet, Incase you're thinking you're getting kidnapped" came a deep voice right beside me.
I turned, still half-asleep—sharp jaw, cold eyes... DANTE?!
