I AM NOT THE LOVE INTEREST!

Chapter 2: Chapter 2: Was I Transmigrated?!

Chapter 2: Was I Transmigrated?!

—CELIA—

I woke up to peacefulness, and that alone was enough to tell me something was wrong.

It was not my usual kind of silence either. Mine came with distant traffic, neighbors existing too loudly, and the occasional reminder that I lived in a very normal, very affordable place. But this silence felt different. It felt clean and wide, like the space around me had more money than I did.

I frowned, slowly opened my eyes, and immediately realized the ceiling was not mine.

It was high and carefully detailed. My ceiling at home had a crack I kept meaning to deal with but never did. This one looked like it had never experienced stress, neglect, or poor life decisions.

I pushed myself up slowly, and the bed shifted beneath me which made me pause. It was too soft.

"That’s not a good sign," I muttered.

My bed should not feel like they are trying to impress me.

And so I looked down at myself and froze.

I was wearing silk.

Not "kind of nice fabric" silk. Actual silk.

I touched it just to be sure, then immediately wished I had not. It was light, smooth, and far too delicate for someone who once ruined a shirt with instant noodles.

"I don’t own this," I said, mostly to keep myself grounded.

Then I paused and looked at it again.

"...I also cannot afford to own this," I added.

And that was when my brain took a sharp, completely unhelpful turn.

Kidnapping.

That had to be it.

There was no other reasonable explanation for waking up in a luxury museum wearing silk and financial anxiety.

I got out of bed so fast I almost forgot I was a functioning human being. My feet hit the floor, I steadied myself, and then I moved toward the massive doors like survival instinct had personally taken the wheel.

"Okay," I muttered to myself. "Stay calm. Assess threats. Find exit. Possibly file report later."

I pushed the doors open.

And immediately stopped.

A group of women in matching maid uniforms turned toward me at the exact same time, their expressions shifting from neutral to alarmed in perfect synchronization.

Behind them stood a man in a very formal black suit that looked unnecessarily dramatic, like he had been designed specifically to appear in serious situations involving wealth and judgment.

Everyone stared at me.

I stared back.

There was a long pause where no one moved, and I briefly considered whether I had walked into the wrong building entirely and somehow offended an entire workforce.

Then the man spoke, voice rising in panic.

"My lady! What is wrong? Why are you outside wearing only your nightgown? Please return inside immediately or the servants will begin spreading rumors about you!"

I blinked.

Once.

Then again.

"...Rumors?" I repeated slowly.

My brain tried to catch up, failed, then tried again.

"I think I missed something important," I added.

The maids looked even more alarmed now, like I had just said something deeply concerning.

Meanwhile, I looked down at myself again.

Silk. Soft. Expensive. Definitely not pajamas from my apartment.

Then I looked back at them.

And very calmly concluded, "Okay. So either I have been kidnapped by extremely polite people... or I have died and this is the afterlife’s customer service department."

Neither explanation made me feel better, not even a little.

"Lady Aria, please," the butler said, recovering faster than everyone else, his tone calm and steady. "Allow the servants to escort you back inside so you may dress properly and prepare for breakfast."

I opened my mouth to argue. freēwebnovel.com

"How could I be—wait."

I stopped as something in what he said finally caught up to me.

"Aria?" I repeated, slower this time. "Did you just call me Aria?"

The butler’s expression shifted, not quite alarmed but definitely concerned. "Yes, my lady. You are Lady Aria Valen, the only daughter of Duke Valen, the most powerful and influential duke in the land."

There was a pause.

A very long pause.

My brain tried to process the sentence like a normal person would.

But it failed.

"...No," I said.

Just... no.

"I think there’s been a mistake," I added, because that felt like a reasonable thing to say when someone assigned you a whole noble title without consent. "I’m Celia. I live in an apartment. I pay rent. I have instant noodles in my cabinet. This–" I gestured vaguely at everything "–this is not my tax bracket!"

No one laughed and that was my first problem.

The butler only inclined his head slightly, like he had just confirmed something concerning. "My lady, perhaps you are feeling unwell."

"Oh, I am extremely unwell," I agreed immediately. "That part is accurate."

But even as I said it, something cold started creeping up my spine.

Because this felt familiar.

Not the situation but the details itself

I looked at him again, slower this time.

"Say it again," I said.

"My lady?"

"My name."

The butler paused hesitantly.

"Lady Aria Valen."

And that was it.

That was the moment everything lined up and brain finally stopped pretending.

Aria Valen.

The villainess.

The one I had just read about.

The one who stood in a courtroom while everyone decided her fate like it was already written.

The one who...

My stomach dropped.

"...No," I whispered.

I took a step back, shaking my head.

"No, no, no, that’s not–"

My thoughts started tripping over each other, too fast to follow, and before I could even form a proper sentence, I had already turned around and rushed back into the room. I pushed the heavy doors shut behind me and locked them without thinking, like that alone might fix the situation.

It didn’t.

I went straight to the windows and pulled the curtains aside.

The view hit me immediately.

It was not my street. Not my building. Not even remotely close to anything familiar. Instead, there were vast gardens, trimmed too perfectly, stretching out toward structures that looked like they belonged in history books and very expensive paintings.

I stared.

Once.

Twice.

Hoping something would shift.

Nothing did.

"No," I said under my breath. "No, this is not real."

But it was.

There was no traffic. No noise. No sign of anything that resembled my actual life.

Just this place.

This... setting.

My grip on the curtain tightened.

"No. This is not a prank," I said, louder this time.

Was I...transmigrated?!

"Oh, no."

The realization hit so hard it knocked the air out of me.

"I’m in the novel."

The words left my mouth before I could stop them.

And the moment I said it out loud, something inside me snapped into full panic.

Because I knew exactly what that meant.

I knew what happened in this story. freewebnovel.cσ๓

I knew what happened to the villaness.

And now...

That was me.

"AHHHHH!!!"