Chapter 1: First Day, First Disaster
Miller opened his eyes… and immediately wished he hadn't.
A luxurious ceiling. Silk curtains. A room bigger than his entire apartment from his previous life.
"…I'm dead," he muttered. "Or rich. Which is basically the same thing but with better lighting."
He sat up slowly, clutching his head as memories that were not his flooded in.
Transmigration.
Not into a hero.
Not into a side character.
But into the villain.
"…Of course," Miller sighed. "Why not go all the way?"
He staggered to the mirror.
Sharp suit. Clean haircut. Cold, calculating face.
Yup. This was Miller — the CEO's personal assistant.
Also known as:
Professional schemer
Homewrecker-in-training
Future tragic victim of torture and bankruptcy
"…I'm going to die," he whispered calmly.
The Story He Remembers
This world was a novel.
A ridiculous one.
The female lead, Cloe, a cold and powerful CEO, enters a contract marriage with the male lead, Andro.
No love. No relationship.
Just business.
And then—
Enter Miller.
The assistant who:
Seduces the CEO
Spends her money
Ruins the husband's life
Gets tortured and killed later
"…Killed," Miller repeated, grabbing his collar. "As in not alive. As in very dead."
Meanwhile, Andro—the actual male lead—was:
Quiet
Patient
Enduring everything like a saint with a suffering subscription
And what does Cloe do?
Ignores him.
Until—
Too late.
Cancer. Regret. Death. Tragedy.
"…Wow," Miller blinked. "Everyone in this story needs therapy."
Miller's Survival Plan
Step 1: Do NOT seduce the CEO.
Step 2: Do NOT bully the husband.
Step 3: Run away and live peacefully.
"…Perfect plan," he nodded.
He checked the time.
First day of work.
"…Or I quit," he said confidently.
Five Minutes Later
Miller stood in front of a massive office building.
"…Why am I here?"
His legs had brought him automatically.
His body remembered.
His fate refused.
"…This is what people mean by 'you can't escape the plot,' huh?"
He took a deep breath and walked in.
CEO's Office
The door opened.
And there she was.
Cloe.
Elegant. Cold. Untouchable.
Sitting like a queen who could bankrupt a country for fun.
She didn't even look up.
"You're late," she said.
Miller immediately bowed. "I apologize—"
Wait. No. Villains don't apologize.
"…I mean—uh—good morning."
"…?"
Cloe slowly raised her eyes.
Sharp.
Dangerous.
"…You've changed," she said.
Miller's heart skipped.
ALREADY?!
"…I just… grew as a person?" he tried.
Silence.
Then—
"Good."
"…Huh?"
"You're more interesting this way."
Miller: This is not in the novel.
Unexpected Danger
Cloe stood up and walked toward him.
Step.
Step.
Step.
Each step felt like a countdown to his execution.
She stopped right in front of him.
Too close.
"…From today," she said calmly, "you'll stay by my side at all times."
"…At all times?"
"Yes."
"…Even lunch?"
"Yes."
"…Even—"
"Yes."
Miller: I am in danger.
Meanwhile… The Husband
In another part of the mansion…
Andro quietly poured tea.
Simple clothes. Calm eyes.
A man who looked like he belonged anywhere but here.
A servant whispered, "Madam has gone to work."
He nodded gently.
"…I hope she eats properly," he said softly.
Then, after a pause—
"…Maybe today she'll come home early."
Silence answered him.
But he smiled anyway.
Back to the Office – Chaos Begins
Miller tried to maintain distance.
Professional. Cold. Safe.
But—
"Pick this tie," Cloe said.
"…You're wearing it."
"I want your opinion."
"…The black one?"
She looked at him.
"…Good."
Why does this feel like a trap?
"Cancel my afternoon meeting."
"…Done."
"And schedule dinner."
"With a client?"
"No."
She looked directly at him.
"With you."
"…???"
Miller.exe has stopped working.
Internal Screaming
THIS IS WRONG.
THIS IS VERY WRONG.
According to the novel:
Cloe should be cold and distant
She should slowly fall after drama
NOT invite her assistant to dinner on DAY ONE
"…Butterfly effect," Miller whispered in horror.
Desperate Attempt #1: Push Her Away
"I think," Miller said carefully, "you should spend more time with your husband."
Silence.
The air froze.
Cloe tilted her head slightly.
"…Why?"
"Because… he's your husband?"
"…He's a contract."
"…Still."
"I don't need him."
Miller: And this is how the tragedy starts.
"No, I mean—you might grow attached—"
"I'm already attached."
"…???"
She stepped closer again.
"To you."
System Message (In Miller's Brain)
Congratulations!
You have successfully made things worse.
Desperate Attempt #2: Support the Male Lead
"No, no," Miller waved his hands internally, "you misunderstand. Your husband—Andro—is a very good person."
Cloe's eyes narrowed slightly.
"…You're praising him?"
"Yes."
"…Why?"
"Because—because—he's kind! Gentle! Loyal!"
"…You like him?"
"…WHAT? NO!"
Cloe stared at him for a long moment.
Then calmly said—
"Don't."
"…Don't what?"
"Don't talk about him again."
Miller's Realization
The more I push her toward Andro…
The more she sticks to me.
He slowly turned his head toward the window.
"…This is a horror story," he whispered.
End of the Day
As work ended—
Cloe grabbed her coat.
"Let's go."
"…Where?"
"Dinner."
"…With your husband?"
"No."
She looked at him again.
"With you."
Final Thought
Miller stared at the sky as he walked beside her.
In the original story…
I was the villain who ruined everything.
In this story…
He sighed deeply.
"I didn't even start and everything is already ruined."
To Be Continued…