Stuck in a Mafia Romance

No ones POV

Vivien watched from across the room as she entered.

Alina.

The soft-spoken, wide-eyed innocent girl who was clearly coded to trigger every yandere plot twist known to man. She was dressed in a simple black dress, carefully balancing a tray of wine glasses

Vivien’s eyes narrowed.

"This is the scene. I remember this damn scene. She’s going to ’accidentally’ spill wine all over me, cry cute little tears, Viella will slap her, and then Dante-my sadistic, ice cube of a fiancé will erupt like a volcano and humiliate me in front of everyone."

Well Not today, Satan.

Vivien subtly adjusted her heels and slid three steps away from Alina, doing the most awkward sideways crab-walk

She even fake-laughed with a nearby guest to seem casual.

"Heh heh, yes, taxes, am I right? So... unstable these days. Like democracy. Or my relationship."

But fate was not amused.

Just as she turned to distance herself further, a firm shove came from behind her. She didn’t even see who did it. One second she was standing upright like a normal human. Next second-

CRASH.

Right into Alina.

The tray went flying.

Glasses shattered.

Wine splashed in every direction,

Alina yelped as she stumbled, crashing onto the floor with theatrical grace. Vivien stood frozen l

And then-

"Alina!"

Everyone gasped.

Dante was already at her side, his expression stormy. He picked up the trembling girl with far too much tenderness for Viellas liking. His cold gaze turned to Vivien, slicing through her.

"Apologize. Now."

Vivien blinked. "But-I....someone literally pushed me! I didn’t even do anything this time!"

Dante’s voice boomed with finality.

"I’ve had enough of your lies. Do you think this will work everytime?"

Gasps echoed. Someone dropped their mini cheesecake in shock.

"You will not cause scenes at my party and hurt my people. Not tonight."

Vivien stood there, wine-stained, betrayed by the plot.

She looked at the floor.

"That’s it. I’m suing fate. For defamation."

Vivien tried to speak, voice trembling, wine soaking her dress.

"Dante, just listen to me for once-someone pushed me! I swear, I didn’t-"

But Dante didn’t let her finish.

"Enough."

His words cracked like thunder.

"I don’t want to hear another word from you. You’ve embarrassed me enough tonight."

Her heart dropped. This wasn’t cold indifference-this was disgust. He didn’t even look at her like a person. Just a nuisance.

Then he looked to the crowd.

"The party is over. Everyone, leave."

The room froze. No one dared argue.

Vivien stood there, heart beating wildly, unable to move as he gently lifted Alina-whose hand was bleeding from the broken glass, blood trailing down her wrist onto his shirt. Her wide, innocent eyes shimmered with pain, and she clutched Dante like a fragile bird.

He didn’t even glance back at Viella

"Of course. Just like the book," she thought bitterly. "This is exactly what happened to Lady Viella. The villainess. Humiliated publicly. And then... erased."

Vivien turned, ignoring the whispers, the stares, the pity. She walked out with her chin up but her soul in shreds. When she got into the car, she didn’t cry. She just... stared ahead.

" I didnt even do anything, yet the plot did what it had to. If this plot keeps dragging me down like this... maybe I really am just another villainess waiting to be crushed."

✄┈┈

Vivien stormed into the mansion, the grand doors swinging shut behind her with a loud thud. Her dress - once a soft champagne silk - was now drenched in red wine, sticking to her legs.

All the maids froze mid-step, mid-breath, mid-everything.

Everyone silently whispering

"Oh no... she definitely caused another scene again..."

"And here I was thinking she had matured."

"Was that wine or blood-should we call someone?"

One of the older maids sighed deeply, already mentally preparing a mop.

Vivien didn’t even flinch at the stares. She tossed her heels off mid-walk, one landing perfectly inside a decorative vase.

"Send food to my room," she said, brushing past them.

The head maid stepped forward cautiously. "But, Miss... you just ate at the party, didn’t you?"

Vivien slowly turned, red wine dripping from the hem of her dress, eyes deadpan.

"I was emotionally poisoned at the party. That burns calories."

The youngest maid whispered to another, "...That’s not how science works."

Vivien glared, one brow raised. "Hetat broken people are always hungry."

"Hetat?" the maid asked.

Vivien waved dramatically, walking off. "Heart + Attack = Hetat. Learn it. I’m setting trends."

And with that, she marched up the stairs, leaving behind the scent of wine and whatever

✄┈┈

Later that night...

After dragging her soaked dress off and wrapping herself in one of her fluffiest robes, Vivien finally collapsed onto the silk sheets of her oversized bed. The lights were low, the room smelled faintly of lavender, and yet... sleep refused to come.

Her fingers fidgeted with the ends of the robe’s sash. Her mind? Loud.

The images from the party wouldn’t stop replaying.

Alina’s innocent act.

Dante’s cold, calculating gaze.

The way the entire room had stared at her like she was the villain. Like she wasn’t supposed to exist in that scene anymore.

Vivien turned onto her side, biting her lip.

"What if I don’t wake up tomorrow morning? what if Dante execute me tonight?"

This made my skin crawl

She wasn’t stupid. She knew how these mafia plots worked. Disgraced villainess? Powerless now? The male lead officially shifting interest?

Perfect time to be assassinated.

"Is Dante going to kill me?" she thought, eyes wide open in the dim moonlight.

She sat up abruptly, as if staying awake would stop fate from slapping her again. Her eyes drifted around the room, desperate to distract herself.

That’s when she noticed the bookshelf in the corner. A dusty thing, untouched.

Her bare feet padded softly across the room. She scanned the rows of leather-bound volumes-mostly historical nonsense, overpriced classics, and-

One book stood out.

A slim, violet-colored diary. The title etched in faint gold:

"The Heart I Hid in Ink"

Heart thudding, Vivien pulled it free.

It was a diary. Written by the original owner of this body means original Viella.

I dont think Viella loved to write, or maybe this was never mentioned in the book.

and so

Curiosity took over me....

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✄┈┈

TO BE CONTINUED