Luna Watson was the kind of girl who turned heads without trying—elegant, sweet, gentle, breathtakingly beautiful, and born into unimaginable wealth. Yet beneath the shimmer of her perfect life was a silent ache—she was being forced down a path she never wanted.
Her parents, both powerful and respected—her father, a renowned architect, and her mother, a successful doctor—dreamed only of her becoming a prestigious lawyer. But Luna? Luna dreamed of quiet stages, soft lights, and the hum of strings. She longed to become a background guitar player, expressing what words could never hold.
She had been sent to Thailand for her studies while her family remained in Spain. What was supposed to be an academic journey slowly became an emotional metamorphosis. The girl who once glowed with warmth began to dim.
Thailand changed her.
She became introverted, distant, and sharp-edged. Her kindness remained, but it was buried under layers of isolation. She had no friends. Her smiles became rare. The cheerful girl who once danced in sunlight now lived alone in a lavish, cozy flat—beautifully decorated but echoing with emptiness.
Despite her withdrawal, Luna stood out at her university. She rose to become the vice president of the student council, managing everything with calm precision. Her grace and quiet power drew admiration—many had a crush on her, though she never noticed.
And then came Max.
He was charming, effortlessly attractive, and carried the rough edges of a middle-class background. But behind the smirk and flirtatious eyes, he was a player—one who collected girls like trophies. Luna knew who he was. And yet, she fell for him.Hard.
She saw in him something others didn't—or perhaps she only saw what her heart wanted to believe. She confessed her feelings, her voice trembling, her heart wide open. Max, enchanted by her beauty and tempted by her wealth, said yes.
They entered a relationship. Three months of love—at least from Luna's side. She gave him her time, her affection, her trust, and her money. She believed love meant giving everything. But Max? He only knew how to take.
Just a few days before, Max had asked Luna for 15,000 baht, claiming it was an emergency. Without hesitation, she gave it, her heart never once doubting him.
That night, she attended a party at the Blue Club—the most exclusive club in Thailand. It was her neighbor's birthday. With her, as always, was Mrs. Johns—an older woman who had grown close to Luna. She was graceful, warm, and never asked Luna for anything. She had lost her own daughter to betrayal and found in Luna the love she craved. Luna, in return, treated her like a grandmother.
They sipped fruit wine together, the music pulsing softly in the background, the lights casting shadows that danced across the velvet walls.
But Luna needed to use the restroom.
And that was when her world shattered.
As she opened the door, her heart froze.
There, in the dim glow of the corridor, was Max—his lips pressed against another girl's. The girl was nearly half-naked. Max's hands roamed freely, his mouth trailing over her body.
Luna couldn't breathe. Her heart cracked like glass under pressure.He didn't even notice her at first. She stood there, stunned, eyes wide with disbelief as betrayal flooded her veins. When he finally looked up and met her gaze, guilt flickered—too late.
Luna ran.
The night had turned stormy, rain slicing through the sky as thunder rolled above. Her fancy, figure-hugging dress clung to her skin, soaked and heavy. Her hair was dripping, her heels echoing against the empty pavement. The world was silent, except for the rain… and her tears.
She now understood the truth.
The money he asked for wasn't for an emergency—it was to cover the expensive entry fee of this club, the same one where he had come to sin behind her back.
Betrayed by her family's expectations. Betrayed by the boy she loved. Luna walked the lonely streets of Bangkok, heartbroken and lost, the cold rain hiding her tears.
The streets were silent.
Her soul screamed.