"Luna doesn't exist! I'm the only Luna! How is this even possible?? This has to be a dream, just some twisted illusion. Ah!!" she screamed, her voice cracking in disbelief.
"Boss, are you okay?" Emma rushed in, apprehension clear in her wide eyes as she stepped closer.
'this must be Emma right?' she immediately composed herself, her back straightening with forced calm.
"Am fine," she replied with a calm facade, masking the inner chaos threatening to consume her.
"Why were you screaming?" Emma asked, worried.
"Oh it's nothing, it's just that stupid guy that made me angry. But don't worry, I'm fine," she said quickly, waving it off like it meant nothing. And Emma nodded, knowing fully well how the original Luna gets when she's been annoyed by someone.
Lena was someone the world saw as trash and nothing more. People ignored her, laughed at her, whispered behind her back. She had never thought of committing suicide, but there were nights she cried herself to sleep, wondering why life felt like a punishment. She felt horrible—unseen, unwanted, abandoned everywhere she went.
Luna in the book was no human. She was heartless—and that was putting it mildly. A monster in human skin. And now she was inside Luna?
Let me get this straight. The same Luna that kills people, including babies, is now her?' Her throat dried at the thought. She held her emotions in, as if showing anything other than coldness would shatter the illusion.
'No no!!' she screamed at herself inwardly.
She never imagined she'd end up inside a novel. She had read hundreds, escaped into their fantasy worlds to avoid her real one—but this? This wasn't a dream. It was a nightmare. She was trapped in the body of a heartless, soulless person.
'How will I live knowing I am in the body of a villainess—and a soulless one at that?'
Luna was just fifteen and a lover of novels. Her room was filled with books, stacked on shelves, scattered on the floor, even hidden under her pillow. What intrigued her about this one was that the main character shared her name, which was unbelievably strange. She'd even joked to herself, 'wouldn't it be wild if I got pulled into this story?'
Now, the joke had turned into reality—and it wasn't funny anymore.
"Let me go see if he's truly gone," Emma said, and Luna nodded in acknowledgement, still trying to keep her expression unreadable.
As soon as Emma shut the door, Luna suddenly felt dizzy. A pressure clamped around her skull, and then—flashes. Memories spun violently in her head—sharp, chaotic, almost blinding. She saw herself dozing off on the couch, exhausted after another long day of reading that novel. The gas cooker… she'd forgotten to turn it off. The spark. The fire. The roar of flames. Her skin is blistering. The burning pain. Her lungs collapsed under thick black smoke. The scream that never came. The memory ended in a heavy silence.
She gripped the sink for support, her breathing ragged. Life has always been a nightmare. She had clung to hope, planned for a better future. She never wished to die—let alone like that. And certainly not to wake up in the body of a villainess.
She let go of her hair and took an uncertain step forward, her limbs stiff as if they didn't belong to her.
Everything about Luna's body felt wrong—too tall, too graceful, too commanding. She didn't belong in this frame. She felt like a child stuffed into a queen's dress.
Luna's whole vibe felt off. Unfamiliar. Strange.
Emma stepped into the bathroom again, acting like a professional secretary with a clipboard in her hands and a firm tone.
"Boss, he's gone," she informed me.
"Good."
"What else will you like me to do?"
'I need to be strong and act normal. My original body's already burned to ashes…' Luna told herself. The thought made her chest tighten. There was no going back. No waking up. This was it.
Maybe this was an opportunity—to live a good life, peaceful and free from bullies. Maybe she could fix something here.
"I need to get dressed. Get me some clothes," she said, her voice clipped and commanding—channeling the real Luna as best she could. Her heart pounded at how strange it felt to give orders.
For someone who was bullied and abused her whole life, commanding someone like that was a little overwhelming. The words tasted foreign on her tongue, but she didn't flinch.
"Yes, boss." Emma turned quickly, about to leave the bathroom.
"And boss, you're already running late for the meeting," Emma informed.
'meeting,' she thought, blinking. So now she had to pretend to know business too?
"The chairholders meeting could be a bit stressful, boss," Emma said, and with that she left.
She had always struggled in school, unable to study in peace because of constant bullying. People mocked her clothes, her voice, even the way she walked. Waves of hardship had crashed into her over and over, yet she still held onto hope like it was the last thread keeping her sane. She swore she would take her studies seriously. The good thing was, she had already completed high school at a young age. Just fifteen—a minor unwanted everywhere—but she had at least gotten her high school diploma.
The moment she stepped out, her breath caught in her throat.
The room before her gleamed with luxury—high arched ceilings, silk curtains drawn neatly to the side, golden accents on the furniture. Everything sparkled like a fantasy she once read in secret under her blanket at night.
Her bare feet hesitated against the marble floor. She lifted one foot and gently pressed her toes down, then quickly pulled back as if afraid she'd shatter the illusion by touching it.
It felt too perfect. Too unreal.
She could only imagine this kind of place but even the imagination will be blur because she wasn't given the opportunity to even see this kind of place, not even in movies
The door opened again and Emma returned, holding a long black gown stitched with silver vines and delicate beadwork.
It looked like it belonged in a royal wardrobe.
"Here, boss," Emma said, placing the dress on the bed carefully, as if it were sacred.
Luna's hands trembled as she reached out to touch the fabric. Through all her silent wishes for a better life, not once had she imagined being in a place like this. Not in her wildest, most desperate fantasies.
And yet, here she was.
"Boss, I got this. Since you're going to the meeting you need to wear…."
"Good" she just gave a short reply.
Though, she's still a minor but she has the capacity to be an adult.
It felt like she was stepping into a scene she hadn't rehearsed for.
"I'll dress up," she said quickly, straightening up with a newfound urgency.
"Let me help you," Emma offered politely, already stepping forward like she'd done this a hundred times.
Luna's eyes flew open wide, startled. She instinctively took a step back. But then, just as quickly, she remembered. In the novel, Emma always helped Luna with stuff like this. It was normal. Expected. She nodded slowly, pushing down her discomfort as she reached for the tie of her robe
She took off the robe slowly, hesitating for a split second. She wasn't used to being naked in front of people. Not even girls. She was the kind of girl who kept her body to herself, always hidden under layers. The only person who had truly seen her vulnerable side was Ace. The thought of him struck her chest with a sudden ache.
'I bet he cried his eyes out,' she speculated silently, her chest tightening at the idea. Just imagining him searching for her, hurting for her—it made her want to cry too. But she swallowed it down.
She put on her underwear while Emma, calm and efficient, helped her apply skincare—whatever it was. Lotions and serums and creams she couldn't name were rubbed into her skin with practiced hands. She let it happen, silently observing herself in the mirror as Emma worked.
When the outfit was ready, she stepped into the beautiful black flared gown. The fabric was rich and thick, hugging her form in all the right places, falling dramatically around her legs. It made her look like a true villainess—regal, dangerous, untouchable. The thick makeup added to the effect: bold red lipstick, sharp eyeliner, and a flawless base that transformed her face into something powerful.
Luna was beautiful—no doubt—but she had never truly taken care of her body. She'd never had the time or the reason. But now, looking at the villainess's reflection in the mirror, she felt something shift. There was admiration. Maybe even awe.
She felt good.
Confidence.
And yet, still shy. The duality made her chest flutter—like she was stepping into someone else's skin but somehow owning it.
Putting on a black pointed mouth heel, Luna felt a sudden wave of uncertainty. She wasn't used to this, and the unfamiliarity made her nervous. The moment they stepped outside the room, Luna tried her best to contain her astonishment, though it was almost impossible. This was no ordinary place—it was a palace. The walls were adorned with beautiful, intricate paintings that seemed to come to life under the soft light. A large, cylindrical structure holding flickering candles added to the grandeur of the scene, casting a golden glow that reflected off everything around them.
The staircase beneath their feet was thick, made of glass so clear it almost looked invisible, and as they descended, Luna could hardly believe her eyes. They reached the elevator, which descended smoothly, taking them to the floor below.
'Who lives in a house like this with an elevator?' Luna thought in disbelief, but she kept her voice quiet. As soon as the doors slid open, they were greeted by a row of men dressed in black, standing perfectly still, their heads bowed to the polished ground beneath them.
"The Alpha Mega team is already doing what you've ordered," a voice reported to Emma. Luna, still unsure of what exactly Emma had commanded, could only nod in response.
'the Alph mega team hmm' she's too familiar with the four mafia empires in the novel.
They passed the men in black and entered a room that could only be described as made for gods. Every detail in the room was so elegant, it felt unreal. If Emma hadn't been beside her, Luna would've sprinted toward the beautiful black armchairs and thrown herself onto them, just to feel the luxurious comfort.
"Boss, lunch is ready. Are you hungry?" Emma asked politely, breaking Luna's trance.
Luna smiled faintly, her thoughts momentarily lost in the beauty surrounding her. How can I possibly be hungry? she mused. This place is food enough for me. But aloud, she simply replied, "No, thank you."
Emma nodded, and together, they made their way to the grand double doors leading out of the mansion. The doors, made of pure gold, sparkled under the soft light as they opened with a smooth, graceful motion.
Wow... amazing, Luna thought to herself, almost too stunned to speak.
As they stepped outside, the sight that greeted her left her utterly speechless. To one side, a beautiful garden unfolded before her, bursting with cascading plants and an array of colorful flowers in full bloom. It was a sight unlike anything she had ever imagined.
The other part was a mountain of water moving in circles in the air, performing its magic. The way it hovered and spiraled, defying gravity like a trained dancer, left her stunned. One part further ahead was just water pouring into the air, floating for a beat before landing gently back on the ground like a whisper. The waters were lined up in perfect symmetry and absolutely breathtaking, like living sculptures. A sudden urge to jump into it hunted her down, latching onto her like temptation—but she shook the feeling off, trying to stay composed.
"Are we too late?" Luna asked.
"No but the ride is gonna delay" Emma informed and Luna just gave a professionally nod.
Luna remembered fully well that this place was like a city on its own.
Emma led her into the sleek black SUV waiting by the curb, and off they went.
The ride stretched for thirty full minutes, and the longer it lasted, the more Luna's curiosity bubbled inside her like a pot left on a high flame. She pressed her face slightly to the window, eyes wide with wonder. On their way, there were many buildings scattered throughout the vast property, each unique and artistic, and more of the mesmerizing water displays like the one from earlier—each one performing its own strange choreography in mid-air. It felt like driving through an enchanted city built on a forgotten magic.
Luna was overwhelmed by the beauty but she didn't let a thing show.
Finally, they stopped in front of a massive mall painted a soft, glossy blue. It shimmered under the sunlight, looking less like a regular mall and more like a futuristic dome.
She and Emma stepped down, and Emma led the way inside. The place was massive—and stunning. Not only was it beautiful, but the design was sophisticated, every inch well-organized, exuding class and power. It didn't just look like a company; it pulsed with energy. The whole place flowed with people—employees, executives, visitors—all moving with purpose, as if every second mattered.
They stepped into a glass elevator, which whooshed silently up to the top floor. As the doors opened and both of them moved to step out, Luna's attention was suddenly caught by something—or someone.
Out of instinct, she turned her head to glance sideways.
Behold.
There stood a tall, lean figure like something out of a dream. He wore a pure white T-shirt that clung lightly to his frame and joggers trousers that made his long legs look even longer. His sneakers were the same blinding white, increased and spotless. But it was his hair that made her heart trip—it was black and tousled, messy in the most deliberate way, and scattered over his forehead like ink across a canvas.
Her breath hitched, and for a second, the world narrowed to just that one still image.
How could a human look this good? The novel stated that there were indeed supernatural beings in this world, but she doubted that that was the case. Still, something about him didn't seem entirely normal—almost too perfect, like he belonged in the pages of a fantasy rather than reality. Their eyes bled into each other and lingered for a full second, stretching into a moment that felt strangely weighted.
"What are you waiting for Emma? Let's go."
She met up with the shareholders and the rest. The meeting went as expected—formal smiles, strategic nods, and clipped conversations. Nothing out of the ordinary. After that, she felt a bit tired, a dull weariness settling into her shoulders, and decided to go for a walk to clear her head.
"I'll come with you boss," Emma offered, ever watchful.
"No need," she replied with a small wave of her hand. With that, she left the building, stepping into the warm evening air and letting her feet carry her forward. The city was still humming with life, but she veered off to a quieter path, eventually arriving at a small dessert shop tucked between two silent storefronts. It had a warm glow and smelled faintly of caramelized sugar and toasted bread.
Reaching, she ordered a blogger. The cashier gave her a look, but didn't correct her. She meant burger, obviously, but her mind was elsewhere. She sat near the window, the first bite grounding her.
'This seems weird. Maybe this is my second chance to live,' she thought to herself, chewing slowly, eyes darting toward the street like something might happen at any moment.
After eating, she left the shop and walked a bit, her steps unhurried but heavy with thought. The breeze stirred her hair as her mind wandered deeper into uncertainty and vague anticipation.
She moved forward and spotted a little boy, one hand clutched by a frantic woman, the other gripped by a man dressed entirely in black, wearing a black mask.
"What the hell are you doing?" she yelled.
Then she saw it—the boy's neck was red with blood, two deep holes leaking steadily.
'Damn vampire!' she cursed inwardly.
"Help! Please, help!" the boy's mother begged, terrified.
Luna glanced around in a panic, eyes scanning the ground. She spotted a wooden stake. Without hesitation, she grabbed it and lunged, ramming the stake into the vampire's head. Before she could get a better look at the creature she'd only read about in books, it used its supernatural speed to vanish.
She rushed to the boy.
"Are you ok?" she asked.
"I need to take him to the hospital or he'll die!" the woman cried.
"Boss, you ok?" Emma arrived just in time.
"Help! Hurry, we need to take him to the hospital. He was bitten," Luna said quickly. Emma froze.
'Wait, what!?' This was the same Luna she knew—the one who had killed children and used their blood for potions—now helping someone?
Pushing the thought aside, Emma focused on the boy. She helped the mother and son into the SUV, and the driver sped off with them.
Luna stood still. 'Huh? Did they forget me?' She pulled out her phone and scrolled through her contacts. Spotting Driver 2, she dialed. The call connected instantly.
"Come pick me up," she said, and hung up before he could reply.
The driver arrived five minutes later, surprising her. She got in, and the car drove off.
From a distance, two men watched the entire scene. One was dressed in white—Ezekiel, the male lead, whom Luna had seen earlier. The other, Simon, had long hair and striking red eyes.
"Did you see what I'm seeing, Zeke?" Simon asked with a soft chuckle. "Luna actually helped someone."
"Impossible," Zeke muttered.
"You think Luna is changing?" Simon asked.
"Shut up," Zeke snapped, his expression darkening.