Elira, with confusion:
"Are you sure you're okay?"
She asked, watching Luna do some strange kind of exercise that didn't even look human.
Luna, doing strange things:
"Yes, I am perfectly okay!"
Her arms were twisted, one leg up, and her face full of weird expressions.
Elira:
"Should I drop you home?"
Luna, quickly answering:
"No no! It's not needed!"
Elira, with fake concern in her voice:
"Are you sure?"
Luna, standing in another strange pose like she's doing martial arts without training:
"Yes! I am 101% damn sure!"
Elira, with that same fake sweet tone:
"Once you reach home, do a check-up with a doctor, okay?
And if you need anything, don't hesitate to call me."
But inside her mind…
You won't die that easily.
Even God won't take your life.
Because I will.
And I'll make sure it's painful.
A smirk touched the corner of her lips.
Luna:
"Okay okay."
Elira:
"Okay then, I'm going back to my dorm."
Luna:
"See you tomorrow!"
Elira stepped to the other side of the road, crossed with ease, and began walking toward her dorm path.
From behind, Luna kept staring at her.
Inside Luna's mind…
I've entered the second phase.
According to the story, she must be planning to kill me now.
Oh god… why? Why did I write this kind of story?
She started panicking.
You're a fool.
A complete idiot.
That crazy editor told you to wrote story —and YOU actually wrote it!
Now look what's happening!
She cursed herself inside.
What kind of rubbish did I create?
What should I do now?
I need a survival plan.
I can't die like this!
In the story, Elira died, then took rebirth.
And now, she's definitely planning revenge on me.
She knows everything—
Because she's already lived this story once.
Why… why did I make Luna's character like this?!
She was perfect.
She had everything.
Why did I turn her into a villain in the end?
Just for the sake of love, I made her kill her own best friend, Elira.
And now Elira is back—
To kill me in return.
What nonsense I wrote!
She started pulling her own hair in frustration and sat down in the middle of the road without realizing it.
Suddenly—
A loud car horn blared.
"Hey! You mad girl!" the driver screamed.
"If you want to commit suicide, do it in front of another car, not mine!"
That sudden scream pulled her out of her thoughts.
Luna looked up at the angry driver.
"Sorry!" she said like a schoolgirl caught stealing chocolate.
As the driver sped away, he muttered,
"Where do such stupid people even come from? Only God can tell."
Luna slowly walked to the side of the road and sat there, thinking again.
Wait a minute…
If I really am inside Luna's character…
Then…
Her eyes widened.
I'm RICH.
I made Luna's character f**king rich!
And suddenly, her panic turned into a full-blown dreamy fantasy.
Today… yes…
Today is the beginning.
Today my dream will become reality.
From today… I AM RICH!
Her expression turned weird and overly dramatic.
If anyone had seen her face at that moment,
They'd probably roll on the ground laughing.
Luna (talking to herself with excitement):
"In this character, I'll definitely have bodyguards.
And not just average ones—super hot, damn handsome, muscle-packed ones.
Some with six-pack abs, some even with eight-packs!"
Her eyes sparkled with madness.
And I'll have all the limited-edition dresses, bags, phones, cars—EVERYTHING.
I'll even have a BLACK CARD!
With that, I can buy anything!
ANYTHING!
And I won't need to work.
No jobs, no stress.
I'll just eat, sleep, and enjoy the luxury life every single day.
Suddenly she started laughing—
Not a normal laugh,
But one that sounded like a full-blown villain from a drama or anime.
Honestly, maybe this was the real reason she never had any friends since childhood.
Suddenly, she stood up and shouted into the air:
"LET'S GO HOME!! MONEY, WAIT FOR ME!! I'M COMING TO SPEND YOU!"
People walking nearby stopped and stared at her like she had lost her mind.
Some whispered in confusion:
"Is this girl mad?"
Others looked genuinely scared:
"Since afternoon she's been acting strange.
Maybe she's possessed."
Someone even said,
"She needs a doctor.
Really. A proper check-up."
But Luna—(Mina)—didn't care.
She was swimming in her fantasy world, drunk on her dreams.
She skipped along the road like a child, singing in the worst, most bitter, unsweetened voice:
"From now on, I'm rich!
I'm f**king rich!"
Every step was like a new performance.
People stared.
They whispered.
They shook their heads.
Some laughed, others just walked faster to avoid her.
Finally, she reached her home.
Luna (jumping like a kid):
"Finally! I've reached!"
Her excitement was too much.
She started spinning and jumping like someone had given her a lifetime supply of chocolate.
The maids stood in shock.
They had never seen her like this.
Maid 1 (whispering):
"Is Luna ma'am okay? I've never seen her like this… not since her mother passed away."
Maid 2 (nodding):
"You're right. Something is different today.
She… she looks happy?"
Luna didn't care.
She touched the walls, the table, the sofa—
Like it was all new to her.
This is mine.
All mine.
I am rich.
Not in real life,
But in drama, I own the world.
The maids watched, completely confused.
Maid 1:
"Why is she behaving like this?"
Maid 2:
"I don't know… maybe she lost it?"
Luna finally walked into the main hallway, smiling like a mad person.
And just then—
A voice came from behind.
Cold.
Sharp.
Familiar.
It was Jesse.
Her stepmother
Jesse, with fake concern, walked toward Luna and gently placed a hand on her arm.
Her voice was sugar-coated, but her eyes couldn't hide the coldness beneath.
Jesse (pretending to care):
"Luna, what happened to you?
Why is your dress dirty?
And… there's a small scratch on your forehead.
Baby, what happened?"
Luna (in her mind):
It must be Jesse.
My lovely stepmother.
The character I wrote to be more poisonous than a snake—
Even a snake might feel shy standing next to her.
She changes her colors faster than a lizard.
If there was a competition between her and a lizard, she'd win without blinking.
She and her daughter—both the same.
Two shameless btches who turned Luna's life into a living hell.
She didn't just ruin Luna's life—
She killed her mother.
Yes, killed her and made it look like suicide.
And the worst part?
She seduced Luna's father.
Dragged him into her dirty game, spent nights with him, and after that…
She claimed to be pregnant.
Blackmailed him.
Controlled his every move—
Slowly, silently, like a poisonous gas.
And that child? That daughter?
Not even Luna's dad's blood.
It was her boyfriend's child.
She used that baby, that lie—
All of it—just to get her hands on money, on property, on everything.
Because of her, Luna's father never saw the truth.
He always misunderstood Luna.
But I…
I won't repeat the same mistake.
Luna blinked and snapped out of her thoughts.
She looked directly at Jesse with a slow, dangerous smirk stretching across her lips.
Her eyes glinted with mischief and silent confidence.
Luna (smiling wide, almost mocking):
"My dear character...
You won't bully me like you did to Luna.
Because I know you.
Even better than you know yourself."
I know every move of yours—
Every breath, every lie, every fake tear.
Because I'm your creator.
Luna (smiling more boldly):
"You think you can defeat me?
You're wrong.
This time, I'll be the one playing the victim card.
The same card you've been playing since Luna's childhood—
But now, the rules will be mine.
The terms and conditions?
All mine."
She stepped closer, eyes still locked on Jesse's, voice still sweet but laced with venom.
Luna:
"You could easily manipulate Luna.
But I'm not her.
I wrote you.
I own you.
And I know exactly how to handle you."
She paused.
"And your daughter? That bitch…
Always trying to plan Luna's downfall.
Always plotting from the shadows."
Luna's smirk widened again, darker this time.
Almost dangerous.
Luna (calmly):
"But I'll teach her a lesson.
A lesson she'll never forget.
Not in this life.
Not even if she takes another birth."
Her eyes sparkled with fire.
And that smirk?
It grew more mysterious.
More powerful.
More… Luna.
To be continued…