"AHHHHHHHH!!!"
"Why?! Why?! Why me?!"
"It's not like I got hit by a bus! I wasn't even dead back on my Earth!"
"Then why… why the heck am I inside a novel?!"
"AHHHHHHH!!!"
Cherry stood in the middle of the luxurious bedroom, barefoot on a plush carpet, arms flailing as she screamed toward the heavens. Her voice echoed off the expensive wallpaper yet the universe remained cruelly silent, offering no explanations for her sudden fictional nightmare.
Okay, what kind of twisted cosmic joke is this?!
I've been transmigrated into a novel… as the evil stepmother of some ultra-rich guy or brooding CEO-looking guyor something like that?!
I mean, HELLO?! Usually, people get thrown into fictional worlds after some tragic car crash or sudden death or, like, slipping on a banana peel at a construction site.
But me?
I was at home, in my oversized t-shirt, living my best couch-potato life, chips in one hand, spoon-deep in Nutella with the other, bingeing Netflix like a professional. Sure, I had a few webnovels open too, casually flipping through them between episodes.
And then… I started feeling a little sleepy. My vision blurred, darkness crept in, and I must've dozed off.
So WHY am I suddenly inside a novel?!
And not just any novel! Of all things, I've landed inside 'The Moonlight', a book I was half-heartedly skimming through while binging rom-coms.You've got all the usual suspects:
• Unforgettable first love. ✓
• Annoying villainess glued to the male lead.✓
• Love triangle with a cinnamon-roll second male lead. ✓
• A dash of revenge. ✓
• Enemies-to-lovers chaos. ✓
• Misunderstandings, tears, and boom, a happy ending. ✓
Yes, the plot was totally cliché, but I had to admit… it wasn't completely brainless. It actually had some logic to it. Characters had motives. Events made sense. So while it wasn't groundbreaking, it was still a decent read for what it was.
But here's the kicker: after the happy ending, there was one final cursed bonus chapter—where everything went to hell.
That's where the real hidden Boss Villain shows up—the ultimate madman. Cold, calculating, ruthless. The dude burns the entire plot to ashes, destroys both lead's families, bankrupts companies, basically makes the story go from "happily ever after" to "oops, apocalypse."
And now—guess what?
I've transmigrated as his stepmother.
ARE. YOU. KIDDING. ME?!
" Ahhhhhhh!!!"
Cherry flailed her arms and legs in the air like a distressed bird. " AAGHHH! What am I supposed to do now?!"
The shock hadn't worn off even a bit. How was she supposed to accept that she had suddenly transmigrated into a novel world, as someone's evil stepmother, no less?
Naturally, she spent the entire day in a full-blown meltdown, trying every ridiculous method her overworked brain could conjure to escape this fictional trap.
First, she slammed her forehead against the wall, multiple times, hoping that knocking herself out might reset the whole thing.
Spoiler: It didn't work.
All she got was even more mild headache and a bruise.
Next, she turned spiritual. She fell to her knees, praying, actually praying, to every god she could think of, from every religion she vaguely remembered.
Tears streamed down her face as she pleaded, "Please, please, I don't belong here! Take me back with the same miracle that sent me here!"
After that, she tried the classic: "maybe this is just a weird dream."
She wrapped herself in the blanket, closed her eyes tightly, and willed herself to fall asleep, hoping that when she woke up, she'd be back in her cozy bed, with her half-eaten bag of chips and Nutella by her side.
But nope.
Still in the strange, rich house. Still wearing someone else's silky nightgown.
Finally, desperate and running out of options, she made her way back to the very same pond where this whole madness had apparently started.
If falling into it once had dragged her into this novel, maybe diving in again would send her back?
Yes, all this was illogical.
Yes, it was dramatic.
But at this point, logic had clearly packed its bags and left the scene.
Cherry stood at the edge of the pond, muttering to herself, "If anyone's watching from above… now would be a great time to hit the 'reverse' button." But the only response she got was the wind rustling through the trees.
After falling into the pond again, Cherry was fished out by the frantic mansion staff for the second time that day. Soaked and spluttering, she was wrapped in towels, gently scolded, and escorted back to her room like a confused cat who'd taken an unexpected swim.
High above, from the balcony, the boy with piercing icy blue eyes silently observed the scene unfold. He didn't react. He simply watched.
Back in her room, Cherry resumed her meltdown. "Aaagh! Why isn't anything working?!"
Her voice carried through the halls as she paced the room, muttering and shouting about novels, her real world, and going home, none of which made any sense to the baffled servants who passed by outside her door.
Later that evening, in the grand dining hall, the boy sat quietly at the long table, enjoying some light snacks. The ever-attentive caretaker, Abigail, approached him with concern.
"Young Master," she began cautiously, "are you certain we shouldn't call the doctor?"
The boy looked up briefly.
"Madam has been behaving... quite strangely today," Abigail continued. "She jumped into the pond on her own and keeps saying things like, ' some novel, book?' and 'I want to go home!' over and over again."
The boy raised an eyebrow slightly, then went back to his snack. "Her brain is always full of tricks and schemes. This isn't anything new."
Abigail hesitated. "Yes, but… today it feels different. Her behavior is more erratic than usual. Should I inform Mr. Moor--"
"No need," the boy said "Just leave her be for now. I'm sure she'll be back to her usual nonsense by tomorrow."
Abigail, though unconvinced, simply nodded and stepped away, casting one last glance toward the ceiling as Cherry's distant cries of "Let me out of this story!!" echoed faintly from above.
Glancing above, the boy let out a silent sigh, his expression indifferent.
"Here we go again… another one of her melodrama!"
Just like all those pampered high-society womens, desperate for attention. She hasn't seen Dad in a while, hasn't even asked for extra money recently. So of course, this must be her latest stunt to get noticed. Make a scene, and wait for word to reach Dad. Classic.
There's nothing to worry. By tomorrow morning, she'll be back to her usual self, acting all mean, arrogant and full of attitude,
dragging her friends out for shopping, movie restuarant or some overpriced spa treatment.
His icy blue eyes narrowed.
"Selfish woman."