Second Life: Mafia Lady Trapped In A Novel's Story

“Oh my! What’s wrong with you, Lady Isolde?!”

A young woman dressed as a maid jerked in annoyance. She was shocked because her young Ladyship suddenly acted like someone possessed.

Her Ladyship had been looking down all this time, but suddenly her head jerked up, as if gasping.

The petite woman with curly brown hair was Isolde von Valmont, the eldest daughter of the Valmont family.

No one realized that Isolde had just died. This was her second life. Less than a day later, she was dead again.

In fact, Isolde managed to rewind time. However, she ended up returning to the moment her marriage to Duke Devereux was decreed by the Emperor.

Unable to use time magic anymore, Isolde chose to swallow the death poison.

Again, the impolite servant babbled. “No wonder the Valmont family banished you, Lady Isolde! You’re like a madman!”

Unfortunately, the Isolde before her no longer had the memories of being Isolde von Valmont, but the memories of Bianca Isolde Romano.

Because of that, Isolde could only be stunned like a fool.

'Isolde? Who?' Isolde thought as she looked around.

However, Isolde realized that it was just her and the impolite young woman before her.

'Is she referring to me as Isolde? But my name is Bianca Isolde Romano. What's going on?'

Her mind was racing, assessing the situation. In her entire life, Isolde's middle name had never been mentioned.

‘I should be dead. Hebron killed me. Why am I still alive?’ Isolde wondered.

The girl who now possessed someone else's soul, slowly moved the cloth covering the window, to find out where she was now.

However, Isolde became even more confused after observing the scenery outside. ‘This isn’t the world I know!’

“Tch! Now you dare ignore me, hm?!” The maid started ranting again. “Don’t think you’ll be happy, Lady Isolde! You’ve been thrown away!”

Unable to stand all the confusing things, Isolde finally asked, “You’ve been calling Isolde’s name all this time. Are you talking to me?”

The waiter looked surprised, then snorted in amusement. “Have you lost your mind after learning you’re going to be a trophy for that cruel duke?”

“A trophy? The cruel Duke? Who?” Isolde was getting more and more confused.

Isolde von Valmont seemed unaware of the side effects of misused time magic. 

Apparently, if someone returns and dies within 24 hours, their memories will be sealed.

Because of that, Bianca had no memory whatsoever of Isolde’s life in this world.

“Oh my gosh! I guess you’re right, your head is broken! He’s—”

Knock! Knock!

A knock interrupted their conversation. Then, a loud voice followed. “Get down! We’re here!”

"Let’s go, My ladyship Isolde!"

The servant's expression immediately changed to a friendly one. A sweet, respectful smile spread across her face. She clearly didn't want to be blamed for her disrespectful behavior towards her ladyship.

“Wait a minute! Where are we? What are we doing here?” Isolde asked, panicking. She tried to shield herself.

The servant tried to be patient with her disliked ladyship. "Please don't test my patience, Lady. After I show you inside, I'll go straight home!"

Without giving Isolde time to protest, the servant immediately pulled her hand towards the palace hall.

Before she could ask any questions, the doorman shouted his name.

“Here she is! Ladyship Isolde von Valmont!”

The door swung open. A moment of silence fell, as many pairs of eyes stared at the door. More specifically, at Isolde.

An elderly man in rich attire suddenly appeared and offered his hand. He was Duke Adrian von Valmont, Isolde's father.

“Come on, Sol. The Emperor and your future husband are waiting outside. Father will take you!” said Duke Adrian, beaming with love.

Isolde was currently completely unaware of Duke Adrian's treatment of her at home, so she decided to simply go along with it while observing the situation.

It was normal for Bianca to pretend. As if to obey, but her brain was working hard to find a way out.

Her father escorted her to the front row, making Isolde stand side by side with a frightening man with a face covered in a thick mustache and beard.

At the same time, someone at the end of the room shouted loudly.

“Duke Devereux! Emperor Thalric von Valtherion hereby grants you Ladyship Valmont. As a reward for your absolute victory, to be his wife!”

Loud applause and polite shouts of support for the emperor's decree filled the great hall of the palace building.

A black-haired man dressed in black bowed respectfully, accepting the order.

He was Bastiven von Devereux. A high-ranking nobleman in the entire kingdom of Valtherion.

However, unlike Bastiven's reaction, Isolde was stunned. She remembered that the name Devereux mentioned earlier, was the name of a character in a novel specifically for men.

The henchman who killed her in the real world used to read the novel to Bianca Isolde Romano.

Just as Bastiven was about to reprimand Isolde for not responding to the emperor's command, a strange sentence came out of the woman's mouth.

“Devereux? Damn it!!”