2 Chapter 1: Into the story

1st PO.V.

I opened my eyes and groaned, I blink a couple of times until I could see my surroundings clearly.

My eyes caught an expensive Crystal chandelier hanging on the beige ceiling "did we ever had a crystal Chandelier?" I asked myself.

I sat up on the bed and saw an unlit furnace and an oval sized mirror on top of it facing my bed, I raised my left eyebrow and spoke to myself "I don't remember having a furnace and a mirror."

I started to get confused about the room I was in so I scoot beside the bed and stood up, I saw another mirror on the right corner of the room near the large window and I started moving my feet towards the glass and saw my whole reflection.

I touched my face as well as my hair and thought to myself "It's still me though.....wait" until the realization hit me "we never had a furnace and a crystal chandelier....this must be Malus Room, he's the only character in the book that looks exactly like me! don't tell me I that got jinxed!" I stumble a few step backwards from the thoughts that are rushing in my head, not acknowledging that I was possessing Malus Body.

*bang*

A loud bang made me jump on my feet, I turned my head on the wide-opened door of double leaf gate, there stood a woman wearing a Uniform of a maid.

Her hands on her hips staring at me with a slightly shocked expression "Finally, I thought I have to wake you up every time!"

I raised my right eyebrow Befuddled from her Informal speech "Did you just spoke informally to me?" I crossed both of my arms and scowled at her making her flinch "W-what did you just say?" I scrunch my nose and glared at her for speaking arrogantly at me "she dares to question me?"

3rd P.O.V.

"I remember her, Her name is Bella Fallon, the maid that tormented and crushed this Man's confidence and treated him with ill." "Come here, Bella." The girl raised her right eyebrow with a perplexed look at the male's sudden altered mood however, she did what the man told her to do so she started moving her feet and walked towards the furious man.

the male raised his left hand and slapped her across the cheeks making her stumble on the floor with a loud thud, the girl placed her right hand on her swollen cheek and swift her head up with a mix of shock and terrified look " Y-Young Master-" before she could finish her words he grabbed her by the neck and dug his nails deep on her fair skin.

She wrapped her hands on the male's wrist and started coughing violently from the lack of air "you dare look at me as if you're above me, your arrogant waist of life that doesn't know their place should cease to exist." he spoke with pure malice making sure that it struck the girls thick head.

Her eyes shrunk in fear as she trembles from her Master's words and started doubting his actions from the past "I-is this the young master that I served for year's?" she asked herself while her Shivering iris gaze at the male's fierce eyes.

"if you dare display such action like this again, I won't hesitate to snap your neck." the Girl nodded vigorously from his words with cold sweat dripping down her forehead till her neck.

"Stand up you imbecile and prepare my bath." she hastily stood upon the carpeted ground and bowed before leaving the Room in a rush.

"Stupid girl." the Male clicked his tongue annoyingly and turned his body around facing the large glass window where the view of the garden can be seen.

He placed his left hand on the glass and gazed at the green lustrous scenery with a tired look "I can't believe that I'm Malus franxin De Eutitia, the coward and foolish son of the Duke. Out of all the character I could possess why does it have to be him." he gritted his teeth from anger knowing that the body he possesses is a person who will face death shortly for his clumsy and ignorant actions.

"You naive and ignorant boy, why do you have to fight the prince and the rest of the Men that has eyes for her just to pursue this Destitute girl." he grumbles under his breath from remember the story.

*Creak*

He turned his head around and saw three new faces entering his room and the Girl he slapped earlier "young master please follow me." her eyes are shut close with her head bowed, he hummed in satisfaction from the sight in front of him now that the girl acts like a proper maid in front of him.

"Lead the way." the girl nodded and gestured her hand which the male followed.

He finally arrived at a large spacious room with a White tub in the middle which he identified as the bathroom, he then dismissed the maids leaving him in the room alone.

He took off his clothes leaving him naked revealing his flawless pale complexion, he walked towards the white bathtub and dipped his whole body on the warm water.

"What should I do now that I am transferred in this body?" he taps his chin with his left index finger contemplating in his mind quietly "I should avoid Clarissa and her pursuers and just continue my fashion career here and if someone dares to take my spot I can always do what I usually do, kill them without letting anyone know." he grinned and nodded agreeing to his plans.

He steps out of the bathtub and took the white robe that was neatly folded on top of the marble table and then saw a gold bell, he took it and shakes the object, the door opened and the maids that he was with earlier entered.

"Young master, here are your clothes." a girl with red short hair walked forward and stretch both of her arms handing the Folded clothes to the male.

He grabbed the attire and frowned when he saw the poor style of the outfit, the red-haired girl saw his expression and couldn't help but ask him "Young master, is there something wrong?" "This outfit is hideous, go grab me a scissor and sewing kit, Now." they all bowed in sync and hurriedly left the room to get what the Male needed without any question.

The maids came back and the red-haired girl from earlier handed him a brown wooden box, "All of you are dismissed." "But-" "Out, Now." They all obeyed his command and left him once again in the bathroom.

He opened the box and unveiled all the tools he needed to re-design his clothes, he took out a scissor and started cutting the cloth of his attire and sewed them all together.

Minutes have passed and he finally finished re-attaching his clothes and wore them,

(Note: Deep V line black poet shirt, black pants with the end of the hem rolled up, and an additional Black fabric used as a belt around his waist, a black choker and a leather black oxford shoes.)

"Mirror, Mirror, where is the Mirror- oh there it is." he saw a rectangular mirror on the left corner of the room and sauntered towards it, he smiled satisfyingly from his work when he saw his reflection on the mirror.

A deep V-line black poet shirt with 3 gold buttons that is tucked in his black pants that reach his ankle with an additional black cloth that is used as a belt around his waist accompanied with a pair of black leather oxford shoes.

"Now this is what I call an outfit! You never cease to amaze me, Cruwel." he praised himself while adoring his clothes but it was cut short when he heard a knock.

"What?" he answered with an irritated tone as he glared daggers at the wooden door "Pardon young master, we can't be late for your breakfast." a feminine voice replied, he rolled his eyes and groaned before retorting back, "Fine, I'll be out in a second."