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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Next Morning
The sound of water spilling across the table snapped me out of my spiraling thoughts.
“Lady Viella?” “…Lady Viella??”
I blinked, finally focusing, only to see Lily standing there like a ghost. While I am standing with tilted glass, water dripping onto the tablecloth. Great. I was about to flood the dining room.
“Are you alright?” she asked, brows furrowed,
“Yah, Lily, I’m fine.” I waved her off and lifted my glass, pretending to sip—until—
“You know,” she said casually, “this morning while I was throwing out the garbage… I noticed Lord Dante’s men standing around our house.”
I choked. Coughing, sputtering. She just stood there. Unbothered.
So he wasn’t even trying to hide it anymore? Stalking me in broad daylight? What a— “Tsk.” I clicked my tongue and muttered, “Psychopath.”
My eyes drifted to the phone lying on the table. Last night’s conversation flashed back, His stupidly smug voice echoing in my head.
I looked dead at Lily. “Lily… will you help me? Even in my stupid decisions?”
Her lips twitched before she deadpanned, “Lady, every decision you make is stupid.”
“…Wow. Not the pep talk I needed.”
She shrugged, wiping the table like she hadn’t just stabbed me with facts.
I sighed, stood, and hugged her dramatically. “Fine. Just… send me coffee to my room. I need some inner peace before my brain explodes.”
Leaving her frozen in place, I skipped upstairs happily—
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The moment I reached my room, I slammed the door shut and threw myself on the bed. My eyes immediately landed on the passports and fake identity papers lying on my desk. My stomach twisted.
“…Why are you trying to help me?” I whispered at them
Reaching for the phone, I scrolled through the contacts until I saw it—the number saved as just one letter: E.
“E?” I muttered. “Isn’t he making it too obvious now?”
My lips curled. Elias. Always the mysterious figure, both in the book and in this twisted reality. He had appeared out of nowhere like some ghost ally, offering me papers and escape routes. Too convenient.
I groaned loudly, rolling across the bed “Ughhh I should have read till the end! Why did I skip? Why?! If I had just read the last chapters, I’d know his damn story! Stupid past me!”
Dragging myself to the balcony, I gripped the railing and glanced across the neighborhood. And there it was—Elias’s mansion, standing silently across the distance.
