THE CURSED LUNA

Amira pov

I can't believe this! What is going on with the family of Alpha Christian? It seems like I keep receiving one ridiculous message after another. I desperately need some peace. First, I received a call from someone insisting on calling me Amira, and I am utterly exhausted.

I shouted in frustration, my hands slamming against the table, feeling a wave of anxiety wash over me. In a swift motion, I grabbed my handbag and began gathering my belongings; I must confront them. It's absurd for them to accuse me of being their long-lost Amira.

As I hurriedly packed my things, I made my way to the door, which swung open to reveal my dear friend Tris. His expression was filled with sarcasm, and I could sense he had something to say as he stood there, looking at me intently. "Hey Tris, what's with the intense stare? You shouldn't look at me like that," I said, forcing a calm smile. "Tris?" I called out, feeling uneasy under his silent gaze, which sent chills down my spine. A sense of fear and discomfort settled in my stomach.

"Ta-da!" he exclaimed, pulling me into a hug. "I'm sorry for making you feel this way."

"I brought you a new pack of chocolates, just for you," Tris said, holding my shoulders. I frowned, glaring at him. "Why would you create such a fuss?" I asked.

"I just wanted to see your reaction," Tris said with a chuckle, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "I knew you'd be surprised.

"Is that the reason behind your actions? Remove your hands from me."I dismissed him with a shrug and walked toward the door, ignoring the expression on his face. "Where are you headed, Emily?" he inquired, his voice low and filled with urgency as he turned to face me.

"I'm going somewhere. I'll see you when I return."

"Emily, hold on!" Tris shouted, his footsteps reverberating behind me. "You can't just walk away like this. We need to discuss this further."

I quickened my steps, my heart pounding with a mix of excitement and apprehension. The sensation that my life was on the brink of a significant change was inescapable.

As I approached the door, I felt Tris's hand grip my shoulder, turning me to face him. "Please, Emily, hear me out. You're not considering this fully."

I shot him a fierce look, my eyes blazing with frustration. "I'm clearer in my thoughts than I've been in weeks, Tris. I need answers, and I won't find them here."

With a decisive moment, I brushed his hand away and stepped into the brisk evening air. The cool wind struck me sharply, bringing me back to reality. I inhaled deeply and began to walk, the sound of Tris's voice gradually fading behind me.

I strolled over to the parking lot, hopped into my car, fired up the engine, and took off, leaving him just standing there at the door. There's no way I can let Tris discover the truth about me. After driving a bit, I pulled over to the side and took a breather. My heart was pounding as I thought about how to face Alpha Christian and set things straight-I'm definitely not their long-lost Amira!Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

As I sat there, trying to calm my racing thoughts, my phone buzzed with an incoming text. I hesitated for a moment before picking it up, fearing it might be Tris trying to reach out again. But to my surprise, it was actually him.

"What the hell, Tris!" I shouted in frustration, striking the steering wheel with my fist. I answered the call but stayed quiet.

"Emily, can you return to the office? Stop being so strange," he said in a low, gruff tone.

"No, Tris, I have somewhere I need to be," I replied.

"Where are you going, Emily? You're not making any sense. First, you storm out of the office, and now you're being secretive. What's going on?" Tris's voice was laced with concern and a hint of frustration. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. "I just need to take care of something, Tris. I'll talk to you later, okay?"

"Emily, wait-"

I hung up the phone, not wanting to hear any more of his questions. I knew Tris was just trying to help, but I couldn't let him get involved in this mess. I had to face whatever was waiting for me.

I made my way directly to Alpha Christian's Mansion, the tires of my car screeching against the pavement, my heart pounding as I arrived. The situation was tense, and the impending drama felt overwhelming.

I entered the mansion with a composed demeanor, only to be met by Sheelah, who looked at me with a furrowed brow. "Hmm... Emily, what brings you here?" she inquired, her legs casually crossed on the coffee table.

I stood tall, trying to exude confidence. "I'm here to see Alpha Christian. I need to clear up this ridiculous misunderstanding about me being Amira."

Sheelah raised an eyebrow, her expression unreadable. "I see. Well, you're in luck. He's been expecting you."

She gestured to a door behind her, and I walked through it, my heart racing with anticipation. The room was dimly lit, with only a single spotlight shining down on a figure seated in a chair.

As I approached, the figure stood up, revealing a tall, imposing man with piercing blue eyes. "Ah, Emily," he said, his voice low and commanding. "Or should I say, Amira?"

"Here it is," I said with irritation. "I just mentioned that I am not Amira; I am Emily. Do you not comprehend this? My name is Emily, not Amira." I continued, "I am not your long-lost lover. Please try to understand me," I implored, but they all looked at me in astonishment.

Alpha Christian's expression turned from curiosity to shock, and he took a step back, as if I had slapped him. "How can this be?" he whispered, his eyes scanning my face as if searching for something. "You're identical to her, the same eyes, the same hair... the same..."

I frowned, feeling a shiver run down my spine. "What stupid Identical look?"