"Luna doesn't exist! I'm the only Luna! How is this even possible?? This has to be a dream. Ah!!" she screamed in disbelief.
"Boss, are you okay?" Emma rushed in, apprehension evident in her wide eyes as she stepped closer.
This must be Emma, right? Luna immediately composed herself.
"I'm fine," she replied, wearing a calm façade.
"Why were you screaming?" Emma asked.
"Oh, it's nothing. Just that stupid guy made me angry. But don't worry, I'm fine," she said quickly, waving it off like it meant nothing. Emma nodded, knowing full well how the original Luna could get when annoyed.
Lena was someone the world saw as trash and nothing more. Luna was mocked by people, bullied endlessly—but she had survived. She had never once thought of ending her life. All she could do was hope for a better tomorrow. Deep down, she believed that one day, she'd break free from the misery.
The original female lead was a total monster in human form. And now... she was her?
Let me get this straight. I'm Luna? Impossible! There must be a way to go back! she screamed inwardly.
Now, she was the villainess in a novel. She felt like ending it all right then.
"Let me go see if he's truly gone," Emma said, and Luna nodded in acknowledgment, 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 of memories spun violently in her head.
She saw herself dozing off on the couch after reading, followed by a fight with her wicked mother.
She saw flames engulfing her—caused by the gas she had left on.
"So... I'm dead," she mumbled slowly as tears rolled down her cheeks.
Her body trembled as if about to collapse.
Emma returned to the bathroom, acting like the professional secretary she was.
"Boss, he's gone," she informed me.
"Good."
"What else would 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. She had to accept it quickly. The sooner she accepted, the faster she could figure out how to fix things. She knew this body was destined to die—and right now, she didn't want to think about that part.
Maybe, if she could be good, she'd get a second chance. Luna was a girl who believed there was always hope—and she believed in herself fully.
"I need to get dressed. Get me some clothes," she said to Emma.
The sound of her own voice startled her—it was sweet. She'd never asked someone to bring her something before.
"Yes, Boss." Emma turned to leave.
"And Boss, you're already running late for the meeting," she added.
Meeting, she thought inwardly. She knew there would be a lot of responsibilities from now on.
"The shareholders' meeting could be a bit stressful, Boss," Emma said, and with that, she left.
She hadn't received the best education, but given her life struggles, she had sworn to study with everything she had.
She walked to the door, about to exit the bathroom—then gasped in awe at the beauty of the room. Everything about it felt like a dreamland. She hadn't even known places like this existed.
She finally stepped in—it felt like stepping into a palace meant for queens.
"Here, Boss," Emma said, placing the dress carefully on the bed.
Luna's hands trembled as she reached out to touch the fabric. All her silent wishes for a better life—yet never once had she imagined being in a place like this.
And yet, here she was.
"Boss, I picked this out. Since you're going to the meeting, you need to wear—"
"Good," Luna cut in.
Though she was still a minor, she had always considered herself an adult.
"I'll dress up," she said, unfolding the clothes quickly.
"Let me help you," Emma offered.
Though Luna wasn't comfortable with being helped, she couldn't say no. She was now the mafia boss.
Luna also assisted with the makeup and finishing touches.
When they were done, she looked in the mirror—and for the first time, she felt happy to see herself look so beautiful. Like a badass villainess.
They both walked into the sitting room, and Luna was again taken aback by the room's beauty.
The walls were adorned with intricate paintings that came to life under the soft light. A large cylindrical structure held flickering candles, casting a golden glow that reflected across the space.
The staircase beneath their feet was thick, made of glass so clear it was almost invisible. As they descended, Luna could hardly believe her eyes.
They reached the elevator, which took them smoothly down to the floor below.
Who lives in a house like this—with an elevator? Luna thought, but remained quiet.
As soon as the doors slid open, they were greeted by a row of men in black, standing still with heads bowed.
"The Alpha Mega team is already carrying out your orders," a voice reported to Emma. Luna, still unsure what Emma had commanded, simply nodded.
The Alpha Mega team, hmm... She already knew of the four mafia empires.
"Boss, lunch is ready. Are you hungry?" Emma asked politely.
Luna looked away and answered, "No, thank you."
Emma nodded, and together they walked toward the grand double doors leading out of the mansion—golden and glittering as they opened with a graceful motion.
Wow... amazing, Luna thought.
Outside, a mountain of water spun in midair—hovering and spiraling, defying gravity.
The waters moved in perfect symmetry—breathtaking. Luna felt the urge to jump in.
"Are we too late?" Luna asked.
"No, but the ride is delayed," Emma replied. Luna gave a slight nod.
She remembered clearly—this place was like a city on its own.
Emma led her into a sleek black SUV, and they drove off.
The ride took twenty minutes. Finally, they stopped in front of a massive mall painted a glossy blue, shimmering under sunlight.
She and Emma stepped out. Inside, the mall was massive—and stunning. Employees moved about busily.
They took the elevator to the top floor, where the shareholders were waiting.
Just before entering, Luna noticed someone.
Curious, she turned to look.
There stood a tall, lean figure. He wore a pure white T-shirt and jogger trousers that made his long legs look even longer. His spotless sneakers gleamed. But it was his hair—black, tousled, artfully messy—that made her heart skip.
How could a human look this good? In the novel, supernatural beings existed—but Luna had hoped they weren't real. Deep down, she knew they were everywhere.
"What are you waiting for, Emma? Let's go."
They entered. The meeting was filled with fake smiles and nods. As expected.
Afterward, she felt drained.
"I'll just go for a walk, get some fresh air," she said.
"I'll come with you, Boss," Emma offered.
"No need," she replied and left.
The city was alive with people. Vampires walked with umbrellas to shield from the sun.
She entered a dessert shop and ordered a blogger. (Did you mean a dessert item or a pastry here?)
After eating, she walked back casually.
This feels weird. Maybe this is my second chance to live, she thought, scanning the streets.
Then she saw him—a little boy, one hand held by his frantic mother, the other by a masked man in black.
"What the hell are you doing?" she yelled.
Then she saw the boy's neck—red with blood, two deep punctures leaking.
Damn vampire! she cursed inwardly.
"Help! Please, help!" the mother begged.
Luna's eyes darted around—then she spotted a wooden stake. She grabbed it and lunged, stabbing it into the vampire's head. But before she could get a better look, the creature vanished.
She rushed to the boy.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
"We need to take him to the hospital or he'll die!" the mother cried.
"Boss, are you okay?" Emma arrived just in time.
"Help! Hurry—we need to get him to the hospital. He was bitten," Luna said urgently.
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. Seeing 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.