I BECAME THE VILLAINESS: Miss mafia caught in a strange world.

Chapter 1: LUNA



"Carry those bags of sand and make sure you arrange them properly in the garden. What are you doing? Move quickly!" a woman with blonde hair said.

"If you don't move fast, I'll hit you hard," she added. Luna carried two bags of sand on her shoulders, tears rolling down her cheeks.

Her lips were dry, and she looked like she was working herself to exhaustion.

One bag accidentally fell, and she fell too, with the other heavy bag pressing on her and the fallen one underneath.

Instead of helping her, the woman threw another bag on top of the one weighing on Luna, making the load even heavier.

The weight was too much, and her belly hurt as if it were about to burst from the pain. Her dry, cracked lips were on the verge of bleeding.

"Stupid girl!" the woman said. "Stand up immediately and get moving."

"Yes, Mom," Luna replied.

"Don't call me that," the woman snapped, giving Luna a tight slap. Luna rolled onto the dirty, wet, muddy ground.

Standing up, she tried to hoist the bag back onto her shoulders and started moving.

Everyone she knew treated her this way, including her siblings and neighbors. It felt like no one loved her at all—like the world had turned its back on her.

"Mom! Mom!" a young girl, about three years older than Luna, called. "I'm getting ready for the ball. How do I look?" she said, turning around to showcase a beautiful green ballgown that glowed under the morning sun.

"You look stunning," her mother said, and a man came outside, holding her by the waist.

"I think you look more like an angel," he said, and the three of them laughed aloud.

Luna kept moving, her lips trembling as more tears welled up. Her chest constricted, and she felt a sharp pang in her heart. She clenched her fists, trying to hold back the tears.

"You look like one of those historical actresses in movie shows," the man said again.

"Thank you, Father," the girl said, hugging the man. Luna could hear them laughing and giggling from behind.

"I hate them," she muttered to herself.

She hadn't eaten for the past two days and had been carrying bags of sand to fill the garden nonstop. Her stomach grumbled as she closed her eyes in pain.

"Weeping may last for a night," she whispered to herself as she threw the bags down. Breathing heavily, her shoulders ached as if someone were beating drums on them.

"Ahh!" she groaned in pain as she tried to stretch them.

"Why are you just standing there? Go carry more sand until you're exhausted to death," a boy in a blue suit said, laughing. His brown eyes sparkled with amusement.

"Brother, I'm so hungry," Luna said, reaching out to grab his arm and beg, but he pushed her to the ground with his foot.

"You belong to the dust!" he said, and as Luna's body hit the ground, the impact sent more pain coursing through her.

Slap!

"One single job, and you can't do it properly? For that, no food for you! Go feed those hens quickly," her father said.

Luna slowly got up, her body trembling. She could receive a hundred slaps a day.

She walked to the backyard, where many cages were kept.

She loved playing with the hens. She started cleaning their cages, and when she was done, she washed their dishes and added more food, smiling at them warmly.

"Little thing, I wish I was like you, living a peaceful and quiet life with good people," she said, breathing out gently.

"Lord, give me strength to survive." She took some of the hens' food, closed her eyes, and put it into her mouth, swallowing it with a lot of water.

"It's still food. I wish I was a hen," she said.

She was about to leave when three girls arrived.

"Luna, how are you doing? I see you're talking to your people," one of them said.

"You're an animal," another added.

"What is that smell? It smells like rotten blood! Luna, don't you change your pad? You stink. Oh, I forgot—you don't even have pads. You use rags instead," they said, laughing.

They pulled out cigarettes, lit them, and started smoking.

"Luna, if I were you, I'd have committed suicide. No one loves you," one of them said, blowing smoke in her face.

"Nobody loves you."

"Such a pity."

"Die already, you disgust me," another said, punching Luna and sending her to the ground.

They began kicking her.

"Please stop!" Luna begged.

"You're nothing to this world! Die already!" one shouted as they kicked her rapidly.

"Please, I'm begging you! Let me go!" Luna cried with a weak voice.The three stopped and looked down at her.

"Haha, even your own mother doesn't give a damn if you live or die."

"Look at your skin. You're more beautiful than your sister, but you look like you were roasted on fire." One of them threw a pad at her face. "Change up, you stink."

Another threw the bread she was holding.

"You look like you're about to die."

The last one threw a pair of shoes and clothes.

"Go have a bath." They laughed and left.

It was difficult for Luna to stand, but she gathered the items and started walking. She could barely move. When she reached the front of the mansion, the housekeeper informed her that everyone had gone to the ball.

"Thank the Lord. My chance," she said to herself. She went inside, heading to the bathroom to freshen up. Afterward, she returned to the sitting room, turned on the air conditioner, and lay on the couch.

She relaxed and ate the bread.

After regaining some strength, she went to the bookshelf and pulled out her phone to continue reading her novel, 'Villainess' at the scene where Luna killed babies and others.

The novel ended with the male lead killing Luna.

"I wonder who could write such a thing. Why doesn't the novel change at all? What's happening? I don't get it. Is everyone named Luna cursed?"

These questions swirled in her head. At just fifteen years old, she was maltreated by everyone. She had finished high school and worked as a novelist and a receptionist in a bar. She had struggled hard, but still…She returned to the kitchen.

Her face reddened, and her hands trembled as she turned on the gas cooker. She slammed a pot onto the stove, the clang echoing through the kitchen. Leaving the gas flowing, she went to the couch and threw herself onto it lazily.

Slowly, she fell asleep.

*******

When she woke up, cold liquid was trickling over her body. Blinking her eyes open, she realized she was in a bathtub. Her eyes widened. If she remembered correctly, she had fallen asleep on the couch, right?

But it wasn't the bathtub that caught her attention—it was its breathtaking beauty.

This place was definitely not her home. She wasn't allowed to use things this luxurious.

Glancing up, she gasped. At the door stood a breathtaking figure—a man with black hair and enchanting gray eyes that could leave anyone spellbound.

'Did someone this beautiful actually exist?' she thought.

As if his face wasn't enough to make her toes curl, his abs were… Damn! she thought, taking a closer look. Broad chest, slim waist, broad shoulders, and… Hell no! Was he standing naked? She quickly averted her gaze and looked down at herself. Am I also naked?

Her lips parted, but she bit back a scream, her heart racing as she saw her bare body.

When she looked up again, his face was inches from hers. His piercing gray eyes made it impossible for her to look away.

And then, she screamed.

"Ahhh!"

He stepped back, slightly taken aback by her sudden reaction.

"Scared already?" he mumbled. "Aren't you the one who wanted this? Can't handle it?" His tone was mocking as he chuckled slowly.

"W-who are you?" she mustered the courage to ask.

His gray eyes flickered with surprise. "Who am I? Did you lose your memory or something? I'm Ezekiel Elliott," he said, shaking his head in disbelief.

She must be crazy, he thought as he walked boldly out of the bathroom.

She immediately stood up, grabbing the nearest towel, and rushed to the mirror. What she saw made her gasp in wonder: brown eyes, long, tamed black hair, and slender, flawless skin.

"This is not me!" It was her, yes, but she had always lived a life of suffering. There was no way she could have cared for her body and skin to look this beautiful.

Suddenly, she remembered the novel. "No, no, no! It can't be!" She touched her cheeks, her fingers brushing over the softness of her skin.

"Didn't he say he's Ezekiel? Wait… what? Did my soul transfer into Luna's body?"

"Boss, he's gone," Emma said from outside the bathroom.

'Boss? Wait, isn't that what they called Luna in the book? Am I really her now?'

Ahhh!" she screamed, running her fingers harshly through her hair.


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