I Was Written to Be His Forgotten Wife
DramaFirst-Person POVTragedyCEOPossessiveVictimRebornLove after MarriageAlternate Universe
I was the side character, the one destined to be neglected, forgotten, and never chosen.
In the novel’s story, I was merely a background existence—the woman fated to marry the male lead, yet never once receive his love. The wife who shared his name but never his attention.
Salvatore Mancini.
The perfect male lead. Cold, powerful, and admired by everyone.
Except me.
Because in this story, his heart already belonged to someone else.
When I first realized I had transmigrated into this novel, I thought I could change my fate. I tried to avoid the original scenes, tried to step away from the plot.
But every time I tried to change something…I returned to the same place.
The same moment, the same outcome. As if the unseen author of this story was reminding me again and again:
You are only a puppet, and puppets don’t decide their roles.
So I stopped resisting.
If the story wanted me to be the neglected wife, then I would simply live quietly and let the plot run its course.
That was my plan.
Until one night, when I finally looked at the man and said casually—
“Tell me something, Mr. Mancini. Aren’t you supposed to be my husband?”
His cold eyes narrowed slightly, but I simply leaned back and smiled.
“Then fulfill your role properly. Let’s see… what kind of man the great Salvatore Mancini is.”
For the first time since our marriage he actually looked at me, not through me.
At me.
I didn’t know what changed after that, but from that night onward. Even when he looked at me with clear irritation.
Salvatore Mancini began appearing around me more and more.
Which left me with a very unsettling thought.
The plot…It didn’t change, right?
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Chapter: Chapter 43Lena’s POVI woke to the sound of someone calling my name.“Lena.”The voice was low and familiar, carrying a softness that made me reluctant to open my eyes. For a moment, I remained still, caught between sleep and the uncomfortable awareness that I was not in my own bed.Then I remembered.Marco.The art room.The bruises on my hand.My eyes flew open.Salvatore was sitting beside me, one arm resting along the back of the sofa. The sunlight had shifted across the room, and the tea on the table had long since gone cold. I must have fallen asleep without realizing it.“How long was I asleep?” I asked, immediately sitting up.“About forty minutes.”I stared at him. “Forty minutes?”“Possibly forty-five. I wasn't keeping track.”“You should have woken me.”“Why?”“Because…” I stopped.Because sleeping in front of him felt too comfortable. Because I had forgotten, for a little while, that I was supposed to be careful around people. Because the last thing I remembered was his voice tellin
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Chapter: Chapter 42Salvatore’s POVSomething was wrong.I had known it from the moment Marco Carter stepped into my house, wearing that polished smile and greeting everyone as though he were an old friend rather than a man whose presence made the entire room feel colder. I had known it when Lena's fingers tightened around her teacup, when her shoulders stiffened at the sound of her brother's voice, and when she agreed to take him to the art room without once looking at me.Most importantly, I had known it when she looked at me before I left them alone.There had been something in her eyes that I couldn't quite explain. It wasn't simply nervousness, nor was it the discomfort of someone forced to entertain an unwelcome guest. It had been something much deeper, something instinctive and painfully familiar to anyone who had spent enough time around people hiding their fear.She had looked at me as though she wanted me to stay.And then she had told me she was fine.I had spent the better part of my life lea
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Chapter: Chapter 41Lena’s POVThe first sign that something was wrong was the silence.I had been sitting in the drawing room with Isabella, listening to her discuss the preparations for an upcoming charity gala, when the sound of hurried footsteps came from the entrance hall. A moment later, one of the servants appeared at the doorway, her expression unusually hesitant.“Madam, Mr. Marco Carter has arrived. He says he wishes to meet Mrs. Mancini.”The teacup in my hand stopped halfway to my lips.For one dreadful second, I forgot how to breathe.Marco.My brother was here.At the Mancini mansion.I stared at the servant as though she had just announced that the walls were about to collapse. Perhaps I had misheard her. Perhaps my mind had finally grown so accustomed to expecting punishment that it had begun inventing new ways to frighten me.But then I heard his voice.“Good morning, everyone.”Smooth. Pleasant. Perfectly controlled.The voice of a man who had never needed to raise his hand in public to
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Chapter: chapter 40Marco Carter’s POVI had always believed that people revealed their true nature when they were denied something they considered theirs.Some became angry. Others begged. A few tried to negotiate, pretending they had suddenly discovered principles they had never possessed before. But sooner or later, most people learned that refusing a demand did not make the demand disappear.Lena had yet to learn that lesson.I sat behind my desk in the Carter mansion, scrolling through the messages I had sent her over the past two days. She had read them, every single one, and responded to none. My calls went unanswered, and when I contacted one of the household staff at the Mancini residence under the pretext of asking after my sister, I was informed that Lena was doing well.Doing well.The words had irritated me more than they should have.She was supposed to be helping us, not enjoying a comfortable life while the rest of the family dealt with the consequences of her incompetence. The documents
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Chapter: Chapter 39Lena’s POVFor the first time in what felt like forever, I woke up without immediately wondering what had gone wrong.The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, falling across the bed in soft golden patches. I lay still for a few moments, enjoying the rare quiet before the responsibilities of the day began demanding my attention. Then I turned my head and discovered that Salvo was still beside me, sitting against the headboard with his laptop open on his knees.He was working.I had apparently married a man who considered sleep an optional inconvenience and relaxation a suspicious waste of time.I watched him for a moment. His dark hair was slightly untidy, and the sleeves of his shirt were rolled to his elbows. His attention was fixed on the screen, his expression serious as he read something, occasionally tapping a few words into the document.It was a surprisingly ordinary sight.I had seen him in countless situations, always composed and impeccably dressed, surrounded by
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Chapter: Chapter 38Marco Carter’s POVThe Carter mansion had always been a place where silence meant obedience.The servants knew it. The employees knew it. Even the members of the family understood the difference between the quiet that followed a pleasant dinner and the kind that descended when someone had displeased the head of the household. Tonight, the mansion had fallen into the latter, its grand corridors unusually still as the rain beat against the tall windows and the grandfather clock in the hallway marked the passing minutes.I stood inside my father's study, a glass of whisky resting between my fingers, while he examined a report on his desk. My uncle occupied the other side of the room, pacing back and forth with the restless impatience of a man who had expected results days ago.The problem was Lena.My little sister had apparently forgotten how to answer her phone."Has she responded?" my father asked without looking up.I took a sip of whisky. "No.""Not even to your last message?""She
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Chapter: A Father above Emperor[The Nation of Avenor — Imperial Palace — Emperor’s Private Study]The walk toward the Emperor's private study felt strangely long.Princess Levara walked through the quiet hallway with Emma a few steps behind her and Kaein following at a respectful distance. The palace was still busy after the previous night's birthday celebration, but this part of the Imperial residence was different. There were no guests, no servants carrying trays, and no voices drifting through the corridors.Only silence.Levara kept her gaze forward, but her thoughts were anything but calm, she was about to meet Emperor Arvellan Avenor.Her father, except he wasn't her father. At least, not the father she had known in her own life.She had never had a father and now she was walking toward the man who had actually been Levara's father and the thought made her chest tighten.What would he see when he looked at her? Would he notice that something had changed? Would he realize that the woman standing before him was
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Chapter: The Princess Who Trusts No One[The Nation of Avenor — Imperial Palace — Princess Levara's Bedroom — Later]"I heard some of the guests are still staying in the palace guest wing, Your Highness," the maid Emma said as she carefully adjusted the folds of Elly--aka---Princess Levara's dress, making sure everything sat perfectly before stepping back to examine her work.Elly stood quietly in front of the mirror, watching her reflection while Emma moved around her. She had already changed out of the gown she had worn to the Emperor's birthday celebration and was now dressed in a more elegant, less extravagant ivory dress. Her golden-brown hair had been brushed and loosely pinned behind her shoulders, leaving a few soft curls framing her face.Emma bent down and placed a pair of elegant heels neatly beside her feet."Even she is still here."Levara's gaze shifted toward her through the mirror."She?""Ms. Narissa," Emma replied.Levara's expression remained calm, but her attention sharpened immediately.Emma continued c
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Chapter: Accepting the Truth and Reality[The Darkness — Continuation]Elly stood frozen in the middle of the endless darkness, her hands trembling as she tried to process the words she had just heard.Murder?The Princess she had adored from afar, the woman whom an entire nation had mourned, hadn't died from a sudden cardiac arrest as everyone had been told. Someone had deliberately taken her life."Murder...?" Elly finally whispered, her voice trembling with anger and disbelief.She lifted her eyes toward Levara, and the fear that had been consuming her moments ago was slowly replaced by a burning need to know the truth."Who?" she demanded, taking a hesitant step forward. "Who killed you, Princess? Who could possibly be so vicious that they would want to kill you?"Levara didn't answer.She only looked at Elly with those strangely empty crimson eyes, and somehow that silence frightened Elly more than any answer could have. There was no rage in Levara's expression, no hatred, not even the desperate desire for revenge that
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Chapter: Princess Levara?[The Nation of Avenor — Imperial Palace — Hallway — Towards Princess Levara's Bedroom]Elly walked down the long hallway toward Princess Levara's bedroom, her footsteps faster than they should have been. The heels of her shoes struck against the polished marble floor, echoing through the otherwise quiet corridor.She didn't look at anyone, she didn't acknowledge the servants who stepped aside the moment they saw her approaching.She simply wanted to get away from the ballroom, people, Elias and the throne. Most importantly, away from the terrifying reality surrounding her.Bodyguard Kaein followed several steps behind her, his expression calm as always, but his eyes remained fixed on her."Your Highness, please walk slowly. You may—"As soon as Elly reached the doors of her bedroom, she stopped, her breathing was uneven and for several seconds, she simply stood there with her head lowered, her golden-brown hair falling over her shoulders.Then she spoke."No one is allowed inside."Ka
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Chapter: The Reality She wasn't ready to Accept[The Imperial Palace of Avenor — Continuation — Ballroom]Elly trembled as she sat beside Emperor Arvellan, her entire body shaking beneath the elegant golden gown. The absurdity of what was happening was slowly becoming impossible to ignore. She had pinched herself, and it had hurt. The people surrounding her were real. The warmth of the ballroom, the voices, the music, even the faint scent of flowers drifting through the air—all of it felt painfully real.'H-How is this possible?'Her fingers tightened around the fabric of her dress as she stared ahead.'Why am I Princess Levara? Why am I here? Why isn't this a dream?'She wanted to laugh at the ridiculousness of it all, but even that felt impossible. Just hours ago, she had been crying over Levara's death in a church and somehow become the woman she had been mourning.It made no sense, it's completly absurd.“Your Highness?”Kaein's voice brought her back to reality.Elly turned slightly and saw him kneeling beside her. His express
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Chapter: The Crown Princess[The Imperial Palace of Avenor — Later — The Ballroom]CREAKKKKK!!!!!!The enormous doors leading into the Imperial Ballroom slowly opened, the sound echoed through the entire hall, and every conversation inside immediately began to fade.Elly stood outside the entrance, staring at the ballroom before her.It was enormous.Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, illuminating the golden decorations that covered the walls. Long tables were arranged throughout the hall, filled with politicians, nobles, military officials, diplomats, and members of Avenor's most influential families.These weren't ordinary people, these were the people who helped shape the nation, the people whose decisions could move markets, change policies, influence elections, and determine the direction of Avenor's future.And now...every single one of them was waiting for her.The announcer stepped forward and raised his voice.“Make way for the Crown Princess of the Nation of Avenor, Her Imperial Highness, Princ
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