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
Next thing I know? Boom. I'm abducted.
By who? Oh, just my so-called fiancé. Dante Freaking Velerio Moretti.
Ngl, back then, I used to think-wow, maybe it'll be fun to get "kidnapped" by a hot mafia boss who's obsessed with me. Y'know, like one of those 抖阴社区 tropes where the girl ends up mid-flight and falling in love?
Yeah. Spoiler alert: It's NOT fun.
It's handcuffs cutting into my wrists, cold leather seats, and me glaring at him across a private jet while he's on some boring business call like nothing's wrong. Like, hello?? Sir?? You just KIDNAPPED me.
Tsk. Men.
I glanced around. Fancy leather, champagne in buckets, polished tables. Private jet things. Rich people things. Meanwhile, me? Just trying not to die of boredom.
So I did the most logical thing ever.
"Shoo... pspsps..."
His head snapped up, eyes narrowing. "What are you doing?"
"Uh." I grinned, leaning back. "I was bored."
Dante sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Where's Lily? Did you bring her too?"
"You'll meet her soon. Now sit silently."
Excuse me??? Sit silently??
I pouted, glaring daggers at him. This bitc-
"At least untie me. It's painful, you know." I wiggled my wrists dramatically.
He didn't even look up from his papers. "So what? You'll jump out midair and land directly in heaven?"
My jaw dropped. "Oh, so you think I'm dumb?"
His eyes flicked up. "Dumb enough to fake your own death. Yes."
OUCH. Low blow, sir. LOW. BLOW.
I glared so hard my eyeballs hurt, but he just smirked, going right back to his call. Only thing was-his gaze never left me. Every time I squirmed, pouted, or rolled my eyes, his eyes followed me
Finally, after ten whole minutes (felt like ten years), he hung up.
"Finallyyy." I slouched. "Hey. Wanna play Truth or dare?"
His brows furrowed. "...Play what?"
I gasped, clutching my chest. "What do you mean 'play what'? You don't know T or D?!"
"T or-what?"
"Truth or Dare, Dante! Oh right-you only know how to kill people, not have fun."
He rolled his eyes.
But when I explained the rules, he actually agreed. Color me shocked.
