MESSED UP

♡LUNA WHITE POV♡ 

  

I'm Luna White, 20 years old, the heiress of white enterprises, white constructions, white entertainment, and many more. I'm the little princess of the white family.

  

I have two elder siblings, Zayn White and Mary White. Though Mary White is my half-sister, I have always treated her as my real sister and treated her mother as my own mother. This is the biggest foolish thing I have ever done.

  

God gave me a chance to change my life again. I will show them what is called living misery." I swear I will give back every torture and pain they had given me along with a high level of interest.

  

As soon as I ran into my room after hearing their conversation, I took my mobile and hurriedly checked the current date. My eyes widened in surprise.

  

Then only I understood that I was back to 2 years before the incident of my death and the beginning of my bad phase, which means I already messed with him; it was none other than the ruthless Daniel Knight, my scary nightmare.

  

Ahhhhhh, why the hell must I suffer again? I might have chosen not to meet him again, but I ended up meeting him again and messing up too; only my cunning intelligence can protect me now.

  

I'm crazy and spouting nonsense, right? It's okay; it's not anyone's mistake; it's me who didn't explain everything properly. Let me recall everything regarding why this demon Daniel Knight likes me!

  

Exactly 10 days before the current date, we met at my friend's birthday party. I was invited to the Blue Star Hotel as a guest for her birthday party.

  

My sister Mary and I went to the party; she is an attention seeker. Wherever I go, she follows me. Before, I thought it was protectiveness; later, I understood it was her cunningness to look better than me in order to lure a handsome guy. I've never liked Susan just because my sister told me that she is bad and poisonous.

  

Susan Knight is none other than the one and only little sister of Daniel Knight. I hope it is easy to recognize Susan; it's her whom I killed by poisoning, thinking that she was bad, but she always loved me and treated me as her little sister.

  

Going into the flashback...

  

First interaction:

  

Everything was connected to this birthday party. I attended this party by force of my sister and became the obsession of a crackhead.

  

I mean, that's when suddenly I met a crackhead. He was so handsome, my eyes widened because I'd never seen such a handsome man in my entire 19-year life. For a second, I thought the Greek god from my history books came out and stood in front of me.

  

I'm unable to shift my gaze from him, but what can I do? He was a complete stranger, and that's when Mary told him, "Don't believe in rich guys; they are bad and use girls for fun."

  

Furthermore, I nodded my head like a fool and followed her; we headed inside and met some of my friends, along with Susan.

  

During the party, I saw the same guy again whom I had seen at the entrance; I thought he was also having a party with his friends. A person among his friends asked about the qualities that a girl should have to become his soulmate.

  

I also wanted to know the qualities of this Greek god's soulmate, but when he mentioned those qualities, my brain became a total mess. Let me recollect those qualities.

  

a. She should be like an assistant to him in his office work and like a maid to do his personal chores.

  

b. She is neither allowed to touch him nor be intimate with him until he agrees.

  

c. Furthermore, she should be a kind of machine just to serve him either at work or in bed; no feelings must be present between both them as the relationship is based on mutual benefits, not mutual feelings.

  

d. Only in front of the public will they be wife and husband, but inside his house, she is a mere servant, not allowed to enter his room or his bed until he agrees.

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It's shocking, right? Exactly. I'm also shocked after listening to these qualities. Oops, are they even called qualities of a bride?

  

What kind of fellow is he? Such a different psychopathic person, I don't even want to think about him, not even in my dreams. These are my thoughts about him.

  

Suddenly, my sister got bumped into by him. He insulted my sister in an awful way for trying to seduce him. If he insulted her now, I might be so happy, but in the past, I was a fool who loved my sister a lot, so I thought he was getting on my nerves just because he insulted her.

  

I went near him and slapped him in front of everyone; he was shocked to see my crazy actions but stayed silent. Not only that, I insulted him back, "You psychopath, how dare you shout at my sister? Do you think so highly of yourself that my sister wants to seduce you? First, look at you and your bloody condition. Let me ask you one thing first: if you don't marry, what happens?

  

Will the country go on a loss, or will floods arise in the country? What's the use of your marriage anyway? It's literally a waste of a few papers and some potion of ink used for signing; that's it.

  

For your kind information, marrying you is nothing but killing an innocent girl. Do you think everyone flatters you for your money?

  

Look, not everyone cares about money; your money is nothing but trash. Still,  there are some people who care about the beautiful heart, not about your worthless money or this so-called face of yours.

  

Beautiful face, my foot, such a waste with a rotten heart and disgusting character, so better stop dreaming and thinking so highly of yourself, Mr. Psychopath."

  

After saying these, I turned towards the girls who were gawking at him and said, "Listen, you may not get a rich husband like him, but at least you may get a person who loves your true self, so better choose the best, not the worst like him." I dragged my sister with me and left the hotel in frustration, now regretting the things I'd done in the past.

  

Now one can understand who that psychopath is; it's none other than Daniel Knight, my handsome nightmare.

  

Someone tell me now I'm the psychopath, right? Why that much itchiness to me? He insulted my sister right; what kind of pain had I got to insult him back? I can do my job right! No, I'm a charity member to save people. Seriously, my bloody mouth, it's not over yet. I'm the president of foolish people. Let's get into another scenario.

  

Second interaction:

  

The next meeting is on the road, where a car almost hit my bike. I'm the daughter of a billionaire, still fighting like a middle-class girl who can't pay for the damage to the bike when I can buy hundreds of bikes like that.

  

I went near the car, which almost hit my bike. It was none other than the same person from the party; he scolded me, "Miss nuisance, don't you have eyes?"

  

As usual, I felt how dare he scold the great Luna White. My ego is my grave. I shouted in the same pitch as he used, "Do you think this road is yours or your family's private property?  

  

For your kind information, Mr. Psychopath, this is public property, not your private property. Please check on the internet regarding road transportation. It is a public property for the sake of everyone."

  

He became calm; I thought he was scared, but he threw money on my face and insulted me, saying, "Take that money; it's for the damage, and you got what you wanted, so without wasting my time with your nonsense, get lost in my eyesight."

  

I became hell angry at his action and said while throwing 5000 dollars in his face, "I'm not a beggar who begs for your filthy money, so keep your money with you and take my money also along with your money as a tip and go near a good psychiatrist."

  

I came back home afterwards saying that, if I had money, I should buy something for myself. Is it necessary to throw that money on the face of a devil? It's not him who needs a psychiatrist's help; it's me who needs to get a session with a psychiatrist.

  

They're the most horrible incidents in which we met, but these two times they became disasters.

  

Not only that, but I'm really kind of overreacting, right? Of course, that made my life hell. I insulted him a second time too, and from that day on, he started stalking me. Who'll expect that someone will fall in love with the person who insulted them?

  

  

My step-sister brainwashed me into thinking that he wants to take revenge on me for insulting him in front of everyone; even my mom, sorry stepmom, said the same thing.

  

  

I, too, believed their words in my previous life; later, I learned that he was none other than Susan's brother. The truth is, Susan was the one who told good things about me and encouraged his brother to pursue me.

  

  

I never thought he loved me for my courage due to my step-sister and stepmom's honey trap. Furthermore, I thought it was revenge and hated Susan and him so much.

  

  

But when I realized my mistake, it was already too late. Susan tried to save me until the end, and at last, we both lost our lives in those people's hands. I died as a mistress to the person who loved me, but she became Mrs. Mary Knight.

  

  

It is in the past, but not now, because I will never let that happen again. I will get what is mine. I will do anything to make the people suffer for the one who made me suffer. Until today, they have seen how it will be to stay in Luna's love and affection, but now I will show them how it will be to taste hatred of Luna.

  

  

First, I need to get forgiven by the people who have always wished for my well-being and happiness; they're none other than my father, brother, and Susan.