The Revenge Kidnapping Drama's Transmigrated Female Lead - Chapter 1
I. Kidnapped
Knock, knock.
The hand brushing through her hair came to a halt.
Psyche Rosebel rose gracefully from her seat.
Her every movement overflowed with elegance befitting a first-class noble.
With each step she took, her flowing nightgown softly clung to the curves of her body.
Psyche smiled as she thought of Lena, her oldest companion and lady-in-waiting.
Her slender, pale fingers gently clasped the doorknob and turned it.
“Lena, you’re here earlier than I thought—”
“I really didn’t expect to find you here.”
Psyche’s face stiffened as she confirmed the person before her.
The figure was a man she had never seen before, his features refined and unmistakably aristocratic.
“You’re far more careless than I expected.”
His voice was cold yet sweet, his silver-blue hair and blue eyes clearly marking him as a member of the Fontos family.
“Psyche, for the time being, you must stay here. No matter who it is, never open the door first.”
Why was her brother’s warning suddenly ringing in her ears?
Psyche instinctively took a step back.
The Fontos family and her family were sworn enemies.
Just as she hastily attempted to shut the door, the man quickly seized her, turned her around, and covered her mouth from behind.
“Mmph!”
Before she lost consciousness, she heard another man’s voice.
“Did she faint?”
“Yeah.”
And that was it.
She shouldn’t have opened the door.
But by the time she realized that, it was already too late.
“Pardon me,” a voice said.
And there, Psyche fainted.
***
When she opened her eyes, an unfamiliar ceiling came into view.
Psyche stared blankly at it for a moment before letting out a dry chuckle.
‘I really reincarnated into a novel, huh.’
She hadn’t realized it until today—until she’d been kidnapped.
After being knocked unconscious, she dreamt of her past life.
In her previous life, she had been an ordinary citizen born into an equally ordinary family in Korea.
Her favorite hobby had been reading novels, especially adult-rated ones.
That day, like any other, she had been walking along while reading a novel on her smartphone when, out of nowhere, a truck came barreling toward her.
The truck struck her, and that was the end of her previous life.
She had been 22 years old at the time.
Coincidentally, she was also 22 years old in her current life.
Why was she only now recalling her past life?
Didn’t most transmigrators realize they were inside a book the moment they were born?
As Psyche pondered the inexplicable nature of this phenomenon, she shook her head.
She didn’t know why this had happened, but it wasn’t the most important thing right now.
What mattered was preparing herself to deal with the challenges ahead wisely.
The book’s title said it all.
< Cruel Nights >
This was a dark, depraved story.
Since she’d reread the novel several times out of love, she remembered its content vividly.
Perhaps even more so because she had been hit by that truck while reading its first side story.
‘If things unfold the way they did in the book, then I…’
Her train of thought was interrupted by the sound of a door bursting open.
Psyche flinched and quickly sat up.
Four men began entering through the open doorway.
As befitting the male leads of an R-19 reverse harem story, they were all towering figures with broad shoulders, exuding a sense of overwhelming threat.
If she remembered correctly, the book had also described… certain other parts of them as being quite impressive.
Gulp.
A mix of nervousness and anticipation rose in her chest, making her throat dry as she swallowed hard.
A faint flush spread across her cheeks, giving her the appearance of a delicate, blooming flower—a sight both innocent and tantalizing.
“You’re awake.”
As Psyche’s gaze slowly scanned each of the men, it finally landed on one in particular.
Silver-blue hair and blue eyes, with noble features.
It was Terche Fontos of the Fontos family—the man she’d seen just before fainting.
“As you might already know,” came his cold yet soft baritone voice, brushing against her ears, “We are ‘Arje.’”
Arje.
If anyone in this world were asked to name the strongest nation, they would undoubtedly point to the Great Empire of Sicardo.
In the hierarchical society of Sicardo, the emperor sat at the top of the pyramid, with the first-class nobles immediately beneath him.
First-class nobles, composed of eight families, were divided into two factions: the traditionalist Mathes and the progressive, revolutionary Arje.
Psyche’s family, the Rosebel family, belonged to Mathes.
On the other hand, the men standing before her were all heads of households from Arje.
Mathes and Arje were perpetually at each other’s throats, waging a seemingly endless feud.
It had finally escalated to the point of kidnapping each other’s kin and staging hostage dramas—just like now.
At that moment, Psyche recalled the line spoken by the original female lead of this story.
“…Are you planning to stage a hostage situation?”
“This kidnapping affair started with your brother,” one of the men spat in a voice dripping with irritation.
Startled, Psyche looked up.
“We’re just retaliating.”
The speaker had striking red hair and radiant golden eyes that gleamed like molten gold.
His slightly tanned skin gave him a rugged, masculine allure, amplified by his well-built, muscular frame.
But it wasn’t just Serdin who was stunning.
All the men standing near her seemed less like humans and more like masterfully sculpted works of art.
Since her mother’s death five years ago, Psyche had obsessively avoided any contact with Arje’s people.
But now that she faced the grown men of Arje, they were all far more captivating than she remembered.
