Novel Web & Cerita Victim Alternate Universe First-Person POV

I didn’t think my life would change in five minutes. But it did. One moment, I was flying with my sister, laughing at the wind. The next, we found a frozen boy in the snow. We didn’t know who he was, but we brought him home anyway. That decision changed everything. By the time we got back, the sky was black with smoke. Our village was under attack. I hid. My family fought. And I watched the people I loved most fall. My father he used his last strength to open a portal, pushing me and the stranger through it. I woke up in a place I’d never seen. The people looked like my family… but they weren’t. I was expected to work, to fit in, to move on. But how do you move on when you’ve lost everything? They said I was making things up. That I didn’t belong. But then I found the book. It had my name. My face. My story. And that boy I was sent here with? He’s not just anyone. Now I’m trying to figure out why I’m here, who wrote my life into pages… and if I’ll ever get back home.

They accused her of murder, banished her, and stripped her of one thing that made her whole. Betrayed by blood and the very people she grew to love and take care of, Aurelia Voss found herself alone in the deserted woods. But the wilderness did not eat her. It protected her, delivering her to monsters that bowed in front of her. Beasts with crimson eyes and an ancient story she is yet to unfold. But her past keeps on chasing her, the enemy hunts her from across worlds. And she has to survive. Torn between a life-changing discovery, and hiding in the human world, will Aurelia Voss ever open her heart to love when it comes in sinful suits and giant beasts? Or will she succumb to the resentment of her enemies and those wrong her?

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?