Chapter 1: Transmigration… and Immediate Regret
Miller opened his eyes to a chandelier.
Not just any chandelier—an absurdly expensive, crystal-studded, "I-have-too-much-money-and-no-taste" chandelier.
"…Okay," he muttered, staring blankly. "Either I died and went to heaven… or I died and got reborn into a rich person's nightmare."
A flood of memories hit him.
Names. Faces. Relationships.
Plot.
And most importantly—
"…I'm the scumbag fiancé?!"
Miller shot upright in bed, clutching his head as the realization settled in like a slow, inevitable disaster.
He had transmigrated into a romance novel.
Not as the hero.
Not as the tragic second male lead.
Not even as a random background extra.
No.
He was Miller, the villainous fiancé—a fake gentleman who pretended to care about his fiancée only because her family was powerful… and later abandoned her the moment a "better option" appeared.
"…Wait, no, no, no," he groaned. "This is bad. This is very bad."
Because he knew exactly how this story ended for him.
Locked.
In.
A.
Dark.
Room.
Forever.
"…I refuse."
The Original Story (A Disaster in Motion)
Miller quickly sorted through the memories.
This world revolved around two women:
Ana — the "Fake Young Miss," raised in a wealthy family but not their biological daughter.
Cloe — the "Real Young Miss," the true heir who returns later.
In the original plot:
Ana was a genius.
Quiet, obedient, overlooked… but secretly a hidden business tycoon controlling multiple industries behind the scenes.
Her family treated her like a bargaining chip.
A placeholder.
A tool.
The only person she believed cared about her was—
"…Me," Miller whispered, horrified.
Yes.
Him.
Or rather, the original him.
The engagement between Miller and Ana was arranged since childhood. To Ana, it was everything. To Miller, it was just… strategy.
Because Ana's family was powerful.
But when Cloe—the real daughter—returned?
Everything changed.
Miller abandoned Ana without hesitation.
Switched sides.
Began "loving" Cloe instead.
Even participated in humiliating and pushing Ana out of her home.
"…Wow," Miller muttered. "I'm trash. Absolute trash."
And what happened to Ana?
She broke.
Not just heartbroken—emotionally and psychologically shattered.
Until one man appeared.
Victor.
The story's male lead.
He stayed by her side, helped her recover, and watched as she rose again—this time not as a quiet girl, but as a terrifying force.
She used her hidden businesses.
Crushed both families.
Destroyed everything.
And as for Miller?
"…Yeah," he said dryly. "Dark room. No sunlight. No freedom. Bad ending."
Current Situation: The Calm Before Doom
Miller looked around the luxurious bedroom again, then checked the date.
"…Oh no."
He was still in the early stage.
Which meant—
He hadn't betrayed Ana yet.
He hadn't switched to Cloe.
He still had time.
Time to fix everything.
Time to survive.
Miller jumped out of bed.
"Alright," he said, pacing. "Step one: Don't betray Ana."
Simple.
Easy.
Basic human decency.
"Step two: Stay on her good side."
Also simple.
"Step three: Avoid getting locked in a dark room forever."
…Okay, that one required effort.
The Critical Miscalculation
Miller suddenly froze.
"…Wait."
If he remembered correctly…
Ana didn't just like him.
She was…
"…Deeply, completely, dangerously in love with me."
The kind of love where:
You're the only light in her world
You define her emotional stability
And losing you equals total destruction
"…Ah."
Miller sat back down slowly.
"…That's not good either."
Because that kind of love—
If betrayed—becomes hatred.
But if not betrayed…?
"…It might become something even scarier."
Decision: Cling for Survival
Miller clenched his fists.
"No betrayal. No switching sides. No nonsense."
He pointed dramatically at nothing.
"I'm sticking with Ana. Full loyalty route."
If he stayed devoted, she wouldn't snap.
If she didn't snap, she wouldn't destroy everything.
If she didn't destroy everything—
"I won't get kidnapped!"
Perfect logic.
Flawless plan.
Absolutely foolproof.
Meanwhile… Somewhere Else
Ana sat quietly in a large, empty room.
Her expression was calm.
Too calm.
A servant had just informed her:
"Young Master Miller asked if you've eaten today."
She froze.
"…He asked that?"
"Yes, Miss."
A small pause.
"…Did he sound… concerned?"
"Yes, Miss."
Silence filled the room.
Then—
A faint smile appeared on her lips.
Soft.
Gentle.
But her eyes… were different.
"…I see."
She lowered her gaze, fingers tightening slightly.
"He noticed me today."
Back to Miller
Miller sneezed.
"…Why do I feel like something just went wrong?"
He shook his head.
"No. Stay confident. This is a survival strategy."
He placed a hand on his chest.
"I will treat Ana well."
"I will be kind."
"I will be loyal."
"I will—"
Narration (Unforgiving Truth)
What Miller didn't know was—
Because he didn't betray her this time…
Because he chose her…
Because he became the only person who truly stayed—
Ana's feelings would not break.
They would grow.
Deeper.
Stronger.
More consuming.
More possessive.
More dangerous.
And in this world…
Where fate itself seemed to favor Miller—
Ana reached only one conclusion:
"No matter what happens…"
"…he belongs to me."