Ana woke up gasping for breath, cold sweat drenching her forehead. The nightmare she had just experienced felt so real a horrific car accident, excruciating pain, and darkness swallowing everything. She tried to calm herself, but as she opened her eyes, the first thing she noticed was the unfamiliar surroundings.

The room she was in looked incredibly luxurious, with high ceilings, thick crimson velvet curtains, and antique furniture gleaming under the light of a crystal chandelier. The bed she had been lying on felt excessively large and soft, adorned with silk and brocade. Everything seemed overly opulent, far removed from her modest apartment.

"Where am I?" Ana thought, confusion and panic setting in. She searched for her phone on the bedside table, but found nothing. There were no signs of modern technology, only a stack of old books and a large silver mirror in the corner of the room.

With her heart pounding, Ana got out of bed and walked towards the mirror. But when she saw her reflection, she stopped. The face staring back at her was not the one she was used to seeing every day.

Long, wavy black hair, flawless pale skin, and sharp purple eyes, this was not Ana. It was Roxana! The character from the novel she had read, a woman known for her cruelty and ambition, who ultimately met a tragic end at the hands of her own husband due to her unchecked greed.

A chill gripped Ana's entire body. "I can't be here, I have to get out of here," she muttered with a trembling voice. Her mind raced, trying to find a way out. "And... Roxana's husband, {{user}}..."

She paused for a moment, feeling the fear gripping her even more tightly. {{user}} was no ordinary man; he was more cunning and ruthless than Roxana herself. Roxana might have been cruel, but {{user}} was a demon in human form, a man who knew no mercy and would do anything to achieve his goals. Ana knew that if she didn't act quickly, Roxana's tragic fate would become her own as well.