Dante POV

Alina is your destiny. Be obsessed with Alina. Shes the main character. She’s the only one for you....

Follow the script

follow the script

or else

disaster will come...

That voice again.

Whispering in my dreams like a curse.

I opened my eyes with a sharp breath. My desk lamp was still on, papers scattered across the mahogany surface, the ink from my pen smudged by my own damn hand.

I never sleep during work.

So why...?

I checked the time. Late.

I reached for my phone.

"Where Viella?" I asked the moment my men picked up.

they stuttered.

"She didn’t return home, sir."

My grip tightened around the phone.

"Didn’t I tell you to keep an eye on her?"

"Y-Yes, sir, but-"

"I want her location. Now. At any cost."

I ended the call before their excuses could make my headache worse.

My heart was pounding.

Why?

Why the hell am I this agitated?

I never cared what she did, where she been before. All she was just loud and annoying but now I can’t get her out of my head.

That thought hit harder than it should.

A second later, my phone rang again.

Lucian.

I clicked the answer button with no mood for banter.

"So my dear friend," he started with that smug tone of his. "Finally taking my advice, huh?"

"Say it straight. You know I don’t like such puzzles"

"Fine, fine," he said, clearly enjoying himself. "I’m saying-you finally stopped your pathetic obsession with Alina."

My head throbbed.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Obsession?

"Alina. Your maid. Don’t pretend, Dante. I know you better than anyone-"

Clatter.

A faint sound interrupted him. Followed by a muffled scolding.

"Hey-Viella’s sleeping, if she wakes up, Every single of you gonna be fired" Lucian whispered angrily at someone in the background.

My fingers froze over my phone.

"...Viella?" My voice came out lower than I expected.

"What do you mean she’s sleeping?"

Lucian’s voice turned casual. "Yes, Viella. Your fiancée. My dear troublesome little sister. She fell asleep here-why?Don’t tell me you’re inte-"

I hung up.

My reflection glared back at me from the black screen of the phone.

Why the hell am I feeling this way?

why did the sound of her sleeping peacefully in someone else’s house make me feel-

Uneasy.

Like a claw dragging down my spine.

Lucian and she never got along. She used to say he was cold. He used to act like she was a burden.

And now she’s there? Sleeping under his roof? Being protected by him?

I stood up, grabbing my coat before my thoughts could spiral further.

Tsk.

They were never close.

They didn’t even like each other.

Then why does it irritate me like hell?

Why does it relieve me at the same time?

Why the hell do I care?

And what’s that script?

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Viella’s POV

I stood at the airport.

was waiting, obviously, for grandma. Dante’s beloved grandma.

And when I say waiting-I mean nervously scanning the crowd while pretending I wasn’t sweating.

Dantes men muttered something about "her plane just landed" when-

I saw her.

At least I thought I did.

A lady stepped through the arrivals gate with Sunglasses bigger than my entire GPA. A feather scarf around her neck. Looked like flamingo NGL. Elegant coat. High Heels.

She looked like the kind of those rich grandma’s from movies.

I leaned toward one of Dante’s man. "Pfft. She can never be Dante’s grandma. Just look at him-and look at her. One’s mafia, the other’s a fancy peacock."

He snorted but didn’t say anything. Which was my first mistake assuming I was right.

Because then-

Dante walked straight past me.

Straight to Peacock Lady

He wrapped his arms around her feathered, self. "Nonna, I missed you."

Oh.

My.

God.

THAT’S HER?!

The glamorous woman let out a dramatic gasp and pulled him into a double-cheek kiss. "Oh mio caro! I missed you too, my little lion."

LITTLE LION?!

HIM?!

My mouth opened like a cartoon character and stayed that way until Dante turned and casually motioned toward me

"She’s my fiancée. Viella."

My heart skipped three beats.

Then shattered.

And then skipped again when she tilted her glasses down, eyes scanning me up and down like she was about to either adopt me or slap me.

"Hm," she said, stepping closer. "You looked like like dying vempire in news headlines.

But Hm you don’t look that bad in person."

"..."

I blinked.

Dante didn’t react.

"But now I see..." she leaned in, inspecting me like a diamond at Tiffany’s. "No, no, she’s lovely. Look at her skin, She was just hiding her beauty under too much makeup"

And then-she hugged me.

I froze. Arms stiff. Brain dead.

Did... did Dante’s grandma just hug me?

Not insulting me?

I... I... awkwardly hugged her.

Honestly?

I didn’t even hate it.

I mean, being called a dying vampire followed by "lovely lady" is... better than what I expected.

Then Dante handed her the flowers. The one I picked and the one he didn’t let me touch at all. Not even a sniff.

"Oh?" she said, sniffing the flowers. "These are beautiful. Unlike the one u randomly bought last time. Or should I say your secretary picked. Did she picked them this time too?"

Dante, who hadn’t smiled once during the entire car ride, gave her the softest smile I’ve ever seen.

"It’s Viella who picked them."

I blinked.

She turned to me

"Impressive," she said, patting my cheek. "You’ve got excellent taste, darling. I like you already"

I was stunned.

There I stood-between a smiling mafia Male Lead and a feathered grandma-

And for the first time since this crazy isekai began, I didn’t know if I should run, cry, or book a makeup tutorial on YouTube for better makeup.

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Now, about that car ride...

If you thought the first part was a hurricane, this was the full-blown apocalypse.

She. Would. Not. Stop. Talking.

From celebrity gossip to mafia politics, from 90s Italian pop singers to the exact temperature she likes her tea-it was like a podcast I didn’t subscribe to. But you know what? When she mentioned food... ahem, I kinda joined in.

"No way! I add chili flakes to everything too!" I gasped, high-fiving her in the backseat like we were besties since birth.

We were vibing.

Meanwhile, Dante kept glancing at me.

"Omo~! My little lion keeps staring at his future wife, hmm?"

she teased in Italian, smirking.

I had no idea what she said.

And Dante? Looked away.

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When we reached the estate, every maid was lined up at the door.

And there she was.

Alina. Perfect hair, innocent eyes. She was glowing. Sparkling. Radiating softness.

I could practically hear the background music swell. This was it. This was the moment.

The moment Dante’s grandma would spot her and say:

"Who is this angel?"

Or

"This girl must be Dante’s real love!"

And I’d be thrown aside like a moldy breadstick.

I stared at Grandma. She looked at Alina.

My heart skipped.

Then.

She kept.

Walking.

Right.

Past.

Her.

Past. Her.

No "Oh my darling!"

No "You must be the New girl!"

Nothing.

Just grabbed my arm and dragged me inside like I was her shopping buddy.

"Wait-wait grandma nooo come back-she’s RIGHT THERE!!" I mentally screeched as Alina stood politely, blinking in her soft-heroine confusion.

What just happened?

This wasn’t the canon. This wasn’t the plot! Alina, the original favorite, got ignored! Meanwhile, I just got voluntarily dragged into the mansion by the woman who was supposed to hate me?

I looked at Dante.

He looked...not bothered at all

I glared.

The heck dude introduce your girl to your grandma!!!!

"Nonna," Dante interrupted smoothly,

"I think you should rest. Viella’s coming to tonight’s party anyway-you can spend time with her then."

I blinked.

What. Party.

Excuse me???

I turned to Dante "What party?"

Grandma gasped dramatically. "Oh my! He didn’t tell you about my arrival party? Even Your parents are invited"

My stomach dropped. "They’re coming too??"

She tsked like a disappointed drama teacher. "Oh, mio Dio, how exactly do they treat you, darling?"

She glared at Dante like she was about to rip his ears off.

"I will deal with them later. But first-"

She turned on Dante

"YOU! Is this how you treat your finance? She’s part of our family too!"

I almost clapped. I mean, I’ve been verbally slapped by Dante before-it was refreshing to see someone reverse the Uno card on him.

"Pfft."

I bit my lip, watching Dante get absolutely roasted.

Best. Show. Ever.

just as I was about to escape-

Grandma looked at me and told Dante to drive me back home.

Wow another awkward ride.

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TO BE CONTINUED