Drugged Him By Mistake, Now I Have To Play Nice To Survive

Synopsis

I was screwed. That was the only thought in my mind when I woke up. The man beside me was still asleep. His profile was striking, almost like a sculpture of a god, but his brows were slightly furrowed, as if he were not resting peacefully. My hands trembled as I took in the surroundings. The room was an opulent presidential suite, and the white shirt on him was rumpled, clearly tugged out of shape by me. My mind rang with a sharp buzz. I had transmigrated into a novel. And not just anyone. I had become the vicious supporting female character who drugged the top-tier tycoon male lead, Edward Foster, in a desperate attempt to climb her way up. Her ending was brutal. Edward would take revenge, her family would go bankrupt, and she would die after jumping off a building. I bolted upright from the bed and scrambled down in a panic. Run. I had to run. But before I could get away, a hand clamped around my ankle like iron. He was awake. In the dim light, his dark eyes gleamed with a cold, wolf-like intensity. "Running?" His voice was hoarse, still heavy with the aftereffects of alcohol and the drug, carrying a lazy edge that only made it more dangerous. It sent a chill straight through me. "Sophia Nolan, you went to all that trouble to get into my bed, and now you want to walk away without taking responsibility?"