The problem with reading until three in the morning? You never expect to wake up in The book.
One moment, I was sprawled across my leather couch, wine glass in hand, lazily flipping through the last act of Blood & Vows — a bestselling omegaverse mafia romance where everyone was beautiful, dangerous, and constantly glaring at each other over champagne flutes.
The next moment, I wasn’t in my apartment anymore.
Instead, I was sitting in a sleek black limousine, dressed in a navy three-piece suit that fit like it had been sewn onto my body. My reflection stared back from the tinted window: same hazel eyes, same sharp jawline, same mischievous smirk.
But outside, the city skyline wasn’t mine. The language on the billboards wasn’t familiar. And the name on the glowing screen of my phone?
"Isabella Moretti"
I almost dropped it. In the novel, Isabella was the sweet Omega heroine destined to fall for the story’s male lead — Lucien D’Aramond — the most dangerous man in this fictional universe. Meanwhile, I… well, my role was much less glamorous. I was “Adrian Vale,” wealthy Alpha socialite, part-time business partner to Isabella’s family, and — according to Chapter 36 — a man who got killed for being in the wrong place at the wrong time.
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