Jason sighed as he stared at the ceiling of his small, dimly lit apartment. The place wasn't much—just a single-room unit with cracked walls, a rusty kitchen sink, and a bed that creaked with every movement. But it was his for now, and in this strange new world, having a place to lay low was better than nothing. The faint hum of the city outside his window was almost soothing, a reminder that life continued moving forward despite the chaos that now surrounded him.
He had been in this world for only a few days, but the weight of his situation was finally starting to settle in. Somehow, impossibly, he had been pulled into The Cold CEO's Girlfriend—a web novel he had only ever viewed from the safety of his phone screen. Yet now, he was living in it, trying to navigate a plot he knew all too well, all while avoiding the dangerous path fate had set for him.
His apartment was sparsely furnished—a small couch near the window, a wooden table with two mismatched chairs, and a wardrobe that barely fit his few clothes. It wasn't much, but it was enough. In a world full of luxury mansions, high-rise hotels, and sprawling estates, his apartment felt like the last bit of reality he had.
As he lay on his bed, his hands folded behind his head, his thoughts inevitably drifted to the two women who had already upended his new life—Amelia and Lila.
Amelia Grey. The villainess.
Amelia was a force of nature. The first time he had met her in this world, her presence had been overwhelming, as if she could command the very air around her. With her tall, statuesque figure and piercing blue eyes, she exuded confidence and power. Her beauty was undeniable—perfectly styled blonde hair that cascaded over her shoulders in elegant waves, skin that seemed to glow under any light, and features so sharp they could cut glass. She always dressed impeccably, with tailored designer outfits that spoke of her wealth and status, each piece chosen to make her stand out even more in any room she entered.
But it wasn't just her appearance that drew people to her. Amelia had an aura about her—a cold, calculating intelligence that made her dangerous. She was the kind of woman who could destroy you with a single glance, and she knew it. Her power didn't come just from her family's wealth, though they were second only to the Blackwoods in influence. It came from her sheer willpower, her ability to manipulate and bend people to her will.
Despite the fact that Amelia was the villainess of the story, Jason couldn't help but be intrigued by her. There was something mesmerizing about the way she carried herself, the way her sharp words could slice through the air. She wasn't a simple antagonist—there was depth to her, a complexity hidden beneath her icy exterior. And now that he was a part of this world, he couldn't shake the feeling that Amelia was hiding something even darker beneath her surface.
Then there was Lila Anderson. The heroine.
Where Amelia was ice, Lila was warmth. Her beauty was of an entirely different kind—softer, more understated, but no less captivating. Lila had dark, chestnut-brown hair that framed her delicate face, cascading in loose waves down her back. Her eyes were a deep, soulful brown, filled with kindness and empathy. There was a softness to her features—her heart-shaped face, her gentle smile—that made her look almost ethereal, as if she didn't quite belong in the same harsh world Amelia dominated.
Lila didn't dress to impress like Amelia did. She didn't need to. She was effortlessly beautiful, often seen in simple, flowing dresses or casual outfits that highlighted her natural grace. There was an innocence about her that made her the perfect heroine in this story—a woman pure of heart, the complete opposite of Amelia's sharp, cutting nature. She drew people in not with power or intimidation, but with genuine kindness and a quiet strength that shone through in every action she took.
Yet, Jason knew from his brief encounters with her that Lila wasn't as fragile as she appeared. She had been through a lot—manipulated by Amelia, constantly pursued by Damon's possessive love, and still standing strong despite everything. There was resilience beneath her gentle exterior, a will to survive in a world that seemed determined to crush her.
And that intrigued Jason just as much as Amelia's icy dominance.
Jason sighed, running a hand through his hair as he thought about the two women. He hadn't planned on getting involved with either of them. Hell, he hadn't planned on being in this world at all. But now that he was here, Amelia and Lila had both caught his attention in different ways.
Amelia was like a storm—dangerous, powerful, and impossible to ignore. She commanded the world around her with ruthless precision, always one step ahead of everyone else. Jason knew that getting too close to her was risky, that she would use him or discard him without hesitation if it suited her plans. But there was something about her intelligence, her complexity, that kept him intrigued despite the danger.
Lila, on the other hand, was like a calm breeze—soothing, kind, and almost impossibly good-hearted. Her innocence was refreshing, but it was the quiet strength behind her gentle demeanor that Jason admired. She wasn't just a damsel in distress, despite how the story had portrayed her. Lila had depth, and now that Jason had interacted with her, he couldn't help but feel drawn to her warmth.
Two women. Two completely different forces. Both, somehow, now a part of his life in ways he couldn't quite understand.
And, perhaps most unnerving of all, both of them had taken an interest in him.