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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Viellas Pov
My lungs were on fire. My legs jelly but I kept running.
Branches clawed at my arms, the cold air hit me I didn’t even know where I was going — just away. Away from that mansion And that crazy Alina.
“Fuck, I can’t breathe anymore,” I gasped, leaning against a tree, chest heaving. The night was quiet. Too quiet. I looked around — nothing but trees, fog, and a road
“Great… I didn't even see where I was going..”
Suddenly I noticed the surrounding went really quiet all of sudden
"Why I feel like something really terrible gonna happen"
Then —
A bright light came to view
Headlights.
My blood ran cold.
“Oh no, no, no…” I whispered, panicked “Don’t tell me they found me—”
The car engine stopped. The door opened. Someone stepped out — tall, broad shoulders, slow deliberate steps.
I froze. The figure was backlit by headlights, so I couldn't see the face clearly
“Shit….”
My heart screamed RUN — and I did. Again.
I don't wanna die tonight! I haven't even tried my new moisturizers yet!
The footsteps behind me were heavy. Steady. Getting closer.
“Fvck off, whoever you are!” I yelled, half crying, half panting.
Then — arms.
A strong grip wrapped around my waist and yanked me back hard. My breath hitched the moment my back collapsed with a hard chest
“Got you,” a deep voice growled, breath brushing against my ear.
That voice. That tone.
No. No no no. DONT TELL ME-
When I turned, the headlights caught his face — and my heart dropped straight to my stomach.
“D-Dante?” I squeaked, my voice small.
The moment I saw him, I froze. His hair was bit messy, tie loose, the veins in his neck visible. His eyes — dark, sharp, furious — burned into mine —
“Piccola traditrice,” he muttered under his breath.
“—haha—hi Mr. Fiancé!” I flashed him with a fake smile, hands raised, waving at him dumbfounded.
“You really thought you could run away from me?”
“Ran? Me? Nooo.” I laughed nervously. “You see, I was just out for a… uh… night walk! Needed some fresh air—”
