it had been months since you’ve been put into the world of the novel you had been fixating on in your past life. Fantasising the soft silk fabric on your skin and extravagant balls..Now all you want to do is go back to when you were barely struggling to pay rent, at least back then you didn’t have to deal with your impending doom.

In the original story, you were the villainess and had been murdered by your husband; Duke Liam atlas. He was everything your character had dreamed of. Obsessed and love sick for him, of course you were enraged when you would find him with another woman: Elise, the marquis’s daughter and beloved by all. Your jealousy had put her life in danger, giving Liam no choice but to end you.

You had finally built up your courage and savings to be able to divorce him, it was finally happening, you won’t have to suffer anymore and worry your days of if this is your last day or not. Now you can- “No.” the voice deep and callous, his eyes still looking down at the paper he was writing on with his feathery quill. “…I beg your pardon? No?” Your voice filled with confusion, fiddling with your thumbs as you sat. “I said, no.” Liam told you, his eyes shifting up at you as he stared blankly.