Transmigrated into My Own Tragic Novel

The Game She Dared to Play

Evelyn took a deep breath, steadying the frantic beat of her heart.

She knew this man—Theo, or at least the version of him she’d so carefully crafted in her own stories. The kind of man who wore a careless smirk like armor. Flippant. Reckless. Dangerous on the surface, but underneath it all… a hidden softness, an unspoken tenderness—especially when it came to Betty.

What he called “spending the night” wasn’t truly a threat. Not in the way Kane intended. Theo’s anger wasn’t about desire. It was about pride. About not wanting to be handed a woman like some filthy favor from a man he despised. And maybe—just maybe—a twisted urge to tease Betty, to scare her a little, stir her up.

He’d never actually force her.

That was her gamble.

And she was about to play it.

The driver, face void of all expression, led her through the marbled halls of the luxurious villa. And there he was—Theo. Draped in a velvet robe, lounging lazily on a massive leather sofa, swirling a glass of red wine between his fingers. He looked up, dark eyes scanning her from head to toe with a mix of curiosity and… amusement?

“Oh?” His lips curved into a mocking smile. “So the grand gift from Kane has finally arrived.”

He stood, taking slow, deliberate steps toward her.

“Gotta say… you’re even more delicate-looking than the photos. Fragile. Pitiful. What happened, Kane got bored? And now he’s dumping his broken toy on me?”

Evelyn’s heart pounded like a war drum in her chest, but she didn’t flinch. She tilted her chin just slightly, meeting his gaze head-on.

Kane was listening. She was sure of it.

Theo stepped in close, fingers brushing near her cheek, voice a low, taunting purr. “Though I have to admit… that face—might look even better when it’s crying. Did Kane warn you? Once you step into my house… it’s not so easy to leave.”

Now. It was time.

Evelyn didn’t cry. Didn’t plead. Didn’t step back like Betty would have.

Instead, she met his gaze, and offered a smile—calm, resigned, laced with something unreadable.

“Mr. Theo,” she said softly. “You jest. But since Kane has already handed me over… then I suppose I belong to you now. I’ll be in your care, from now on.”

Her voice wasn’t loud, but it was clear. Obedient. And just faintly… eager?

For one breathless second, the room stilled.

Theo’s eyes flickered. That was not the reaction he’d expected. No tears. No fear. No rebellion. Just… quiet acceptance?

Far away, in the heart of the city—

Kane’s grip on the earpiece tightened until his knuckles turned white.

Her voice. That soft, submissive tone. That pleading, almost flattering note in her words. It pierced through the speaker like a blade of ice straight into his skull.

He had never heard Betty speak like that before. Not to him.

How dare she?

A storm of rage erupted inside him, a savage, consuming fury that made it hard to breathe. he’d wanted to scare her. Humiliate her. Remind her that he was the only one who owned her.

But what did he hear instead?

Obedience. Willingness. As if… she couldn’t wait to leave him?

A howl of betrayal and jealousy—raw, feral—rose from somewhere deep in his chest.

BANG!

The mahogany desk cracked beneath his fist, papers and glass scattering across the floor.

His chiseled jaw clenched, voice like poison through gritted teeth. “Betty. You’ve really… outdone yourself.”

The plan was unraveling. He’d wanted to break her—but not like this. Not into someone else’s arms. Not into a woman who no longer feared him.

Grabbing his car keys, Kane barked into the intercom, voice ice-cold and furious:

“Get the car. Now. We’re going to Theo’s villa.”

He was going to see for himself—just how “obedient” this woman had become.

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Back at the villa…

Theo was no longer smirking.

He stepped closer, lowering his voice, now tinged not with sarcasm—but something almost wary. “Do you even know what you’re saying? Kane—he’s not someone to cross.”

“I know exactly what I’m saying,” Evelyn cut him off, her tone low but firm.

Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears, but her voice didn’t waver.

“Kane is cruel. Unpredictable. He humiliates me for no reason. He’s locked me in the dark. Starved me. Made me stand in the pouring rain all night just because I spilled his drink. He made me kneel on broken glass… over nothing.”

She let the words fall, carefully, like poison-laced petals.

“You didn’t know that, did you, Mr. Theo? Who would love a monster like that?”

Theo’s expression shifted. The mocking gleam in his eyes faded, replaced with a furrowed brow.

He’d heard rumors of Kane’s brutality. But not like this. Not toward a woman like Betty—so fragile, so breakable.

Sensing the shift, Evelyn pressed on, her voice trembling, her breath catching perfectly in her throat:

“Compared to him… you’re heaven. At least you’re sane. At least you’re… human. I would rather stay here, with you, even as a maid, than spend another day in that hellhole.”

Her voice cracked, a single tear sliding down her cheek.

“I’ll do anything. Just—please—don’t send me back…”

Half lies, half truths. A perfect blend of fiction and real suffering.

Theo stood there, unmoving, his silence more telling than words. His gaze lingered on her tear-streaked face, on the desperation she wore like armor.

That faint, aching feeling he always carried for Betty began to surface—no longer hidden.

“…Kane really did all that to you?” he asked at last, voice rough, unusually quiet.

Got him. Evelyn’s heart leapt.

She opened her mouth to push further—

BANG!

The doors flew open.

And there he was.

Kane.

Towering in the doorway, backlit by the setting sun. His tailored suit did nothing to soften the savage fury radiating off him. The air itself seemed to drop ten degrees.

The guards? Silent. Frozen. Terrified.

Kane’s gaze locked onto her—white dress, tearful eyes—and something twisted violently behind his eyes.

A storm was coming.

And this time, she wasn’t sure she’d make it out untouched.