Chapter 1: The Villain Wakes Up on Day One
Miller opened his eyes… and immediately regretted it.
"Why is the ceiling so expensive?"
Crystal chandelier. Gold trim. Marble floor. The kind of room that screamed 'you can't afford to breathe here'.
He blinked twice.
"…Okay. Either I got rich overnight," he muttered, sitting up slowly, "or I died and went to a place where taxes still exist."
Memories crashed into his head like a badly written plot twist.
Contract marriage. Cold CEO wife. Silent suffering husband. Evil assistant.
And unfortunately—
"I'M THE EVIL ASSISTANT?!"
Miller jumped out of bed so fast he nearly slipped on the polished floor.
He clutched his head.
"Yes, yes… this is bad. This is very bad."
Because he knew this story.
Not just knew it—he had ranted about it.
In the original novel:
Cloe, the cold, queen-like CEO, married Andro in a contract marriage.
No love. No feelings. Just a legal shield to avoid family pressure.
Andro? A silent, enduring husband who suffered like it was his full-time job.
And then… there was the assistant.
Miller.
The villain.
The scheming snake who tried to seduce the CEO, bullied the husband, and basically collected bad karma like it was a hobby.
"…And then I get tortured and die."
Miller slowly turned toward the mirror.
A handsome face stared back at him.
Sharp jawline. Perfect hair. The kind of face that says 'I ruin lives professionally'.
"…Why am I hot?" he whispered.
This wasn't fair.
He touched his face again just to confirm.
"Yup. Definitely villain material."
He staggered back onto the bed.
"Okay. Think, Miller. Think."
Step one: Avoid death.
Step two: Avoid getting involved.
Step three: Run.
He shot up again.
"Yes! Running is good! Running is healthy! Running keeps you alive!"
He grabbed his phone.
Unlocked it.
Paused.
"…Wait."
Today's schedule popped up.
Day 1 – First day as CEO Assistant
Miller froze.
"…No."
He slowly turned his head toward the door like a man hearing his execution date.
"…No no no no no."
Because that meant—
He hadn't even started ruining lives yet.
This was the beginning.
Which also meant…
"I still have a chance to NOT be a villain!!"
He pointed dramatically at the mirror.
"I choose peace! I choose retirement! I choose unemployment if necessary!"
Five minutes later—
Miller stood in front of a massive glass building.
"…I choose salary."
The company logo gleamed above him like judgment from the heavens.
He sighed.
"Okay. New plan."
He straightened his tie.
"I'll just do my job. No scheming. No flirting. No drama. Stay invisible."
Simple.
Perfect.
Foolproof.
The moment he stepped inside—
"Good morning, Assistant Miller."
"Morning, Assistant Miller."
"Assistant Miller, the CEO is already waiting."
Miller froze.
"…Why does everyone sound like I already cause problems?"
He smiled awkwardly and walked toward the elevator.
Inside, he leaned against the wall.
"Stay calm. Stay normal. Don't act like a villain."
The elevator dinged.
Top floor.
The doors opened.
And just like that—
He met her.
Cloe.
She stood by the window, sunlight framing her like she personally ordered it.
Elegant. Cold. Untouchable.
The kind of woman who didn't walk—she ruled gravity.
Miller's brain screamed:
DANGER. FINAL BOSS. DO NOT ENGAGE.
"…Good morning, CEO," he said carefully.
She turned.
Her sharp eyes landed on him.
Silence.
Long, heavy silence.
Miller felt his soul leave his body and come back just to suffer again.
Then—
"…You're late."
Her voice was calm.
Too calm.
"I'm exactly on time," Miller replied instinctively.
Pause.
…Why did he say that?
WHY DID HE SAY THAT?!
He mentally slapped himself.
Villain instinct. Control it!
But instead of getting angry—
Cloe tilted her head slightly.
"…Interesting."
Miller: This is how it starts. This is exactly how it starts.
In the novel, this was the moment she found him "amusing."
And once she found you interesting—
Congratulations.
You were doomed.
"Follow me," she said.
Miller obeyed, walking beside her like a man walking toward his fate.
"Today's schedule," she continued, handing him a file.
Their fingers brushed.
Miller flinched like he touched fire.
Cloe noticed.
Of course she noticed.
"…Nervous?" she asked.
"Of unemployment, yes."
Silence.
Then—
She almost smiled.
Miller nearly tripped.
"…Did the CEO just—no. No. That didn't happen."
Hours passed.
Meetings. Calls. Documents.
Miller worked like his life depended on it.
Because it did.
And surprisingly—
He was good.
Too good.
Efficient. Calm. Sharp.
Exactly the kind of assistant Cloe preferred.
Which was…
"…bad," Miller whispered to himself.
Because in the original story—
That was exactly why she kept him close.
By evening—
Miller finally escaped the office.
He leaned against the wall outside and exhaled.
"I survived day one."
Victory.
Small, fragile victory.
He looked up at the sky.
"Okay. Tomorrow, I avoid her. Less interaction. Less attention. Less—"
"Assistant Miller."
He froze.
Slowly.
Painfully.
He turned around.
Cloe stood there.
Of course she did.
"…Yes, CEO?"
She looked at him for a long moment.
Then said—
"From tomorrow, stay closer to me."
Miller: "…"
Brain: Game Over.
Somewhere in the city—
A quiet man sat alone in a dimly lit house.
Andro.
He stared at a cold dinner table.
Untouched food.
Silent room.
Waiting.
Always waiting.
Back at the company—
Miller looked at the sky again.
"…I want a refund."
And just like that—
The villain's peaceful life plan officially failed on day one.