Remembers

My husband, Don Vincent Corleone, has gotten ambushed during a trade-off. When he wakes up, he still remembers everyone… but me. Soon, Vincent makes an announcement in front of everyone that Angela Mancini is his actual Donna. That's how Angela takes over my position as the precision machinist in the family. When I'm in the machinery storage room, I accidentally overhear Vincent and Angela flirting with each other. "Since you've lent me the identity as the Donna for a week, does this mean I get to do whatever I want with your body during this period?" Angela asks. "Of course! The only reason why I've pretended to have contracted amnesia is so that I can appease you, after all." As I hide in the shadows, I feel my nails digging into my palms. Still, I don't expose Vincent's lie on the spot. At the family meeting the next day, Vincent forcibly snatches away the obsidian ring that I've been wearing. He yells at me that Angela is his actual Donna, and that I should submit all of my blueprints to the family before leaving Neplas once and for all. All the subordinates stare at me, waiting for me to fight back. Without moving an inch, I submit my resignation on the spot and file for a divorce. What Vincent doesn't know is that I'm the only one who knows the assembly technology of the latest batch of firearms. There are only seven days left till the Corleone family has to hand the batch over to the client. Seven days later, the batch starts showing issues, which implicates the Corleone family and putting them in a dire state. But that's when I've completely vanished from Neplas. When Vincent and I meet each other again, he grabs me by the arm angrily while questioning me, "Where the hell have you gone to, Valenna? Why did you ditch me back then?" I pretend to look confused. "Who are you? Do I even know you?"

On the day I'm set to go into labor, I plead to my husband, Timothy Langford, to take me to the hospital when I'm two centimeters dilated. However, a pissed-looking Timothy orders his men to lock me up in a sauna room that's heated to 356 degrees Fahrenheit. This is all because my estimated labor date is one day earlier than my widowed sister-in-law, Natalie Thornton. Since Timothy is bent on making Natalie's baby the oldest grandson of the Langford family, he instructs his men to inject me with 100 labor-suppressant injections. No matter how much I beg Timothy to spare our baby, he remains unmoved. Having received 99 injections, I feel a world of pain crashing down on me, seeing as I'm already suffering from contractions to begin with. But Timothy is the one who injects the final labor-suppressant injection into my huge pregnancy bump. As he gazes at my agonized and writhing form, he says coldly, "It's already difficult for Natalie to survive in this world after losing my older brother. As her brother-in-law, I'm merely fulfilling her wish to become a mother. "Still, you refuse to spare her. It's not enough for you to force her to survive overseas on her own; you even plan on receiving labor-induction injections just to give birth to your baby on an earlier date! "It seems that I've spoiled you far too much for you to have the guts to pull this stunt off! The doctor already told me that once I've given you the labor-suppressant injections and leave you somewhere extremely hot, it can stop you from giving birth. You're only allowed to give birth once Natalie is out of labor." At that moment, I've completely given up on life. The moment Timothy witnesses Natalie's baby being born, his eyes are filled with tears of happiness. He sets off firework after firework to celebrate the grand birth. Later on, as Timothy gazes at Natalie's newborn, he finally remembers me and our unborn baby. When he's about to order his men to take me to the hospital, he receives a phone call from his assistant. "The hospital has called to inform you to take Mrs. Langford's body away."

Years passed, the Academy went well. A war that happened five years ago that was forgotten. No one remembers except the Royal Families. Five years have passed, the said princess of the prophecy was never been found. The last magus user of the forgotten Empire in Azaleus, the Zaffiro Empire. The Magic Realm went well but not the other Realm. The Astral Realm, where werewolves exist. In Magic Realm, werewolves are just a myth, it doesn't exist. A myth that everyone knows. Until it happened. Sa kabilang panig ng mundo, nagkakagulo ang mga mamayanan ng Amavasya. Ang Amavasya ang lugar kung saan naninirahan ang mga lobo sa mundo ng Astral. Sa kabilang panig naman ay ang mga itim na mangkukulam ang naninirahan sa lugar ng Hexe. Mainit ang dugo sa bawat panig na naninirahan sa mundo ng Astral. Matagal ng gustong makamit ng mga sorcière ang buong Astral ngunit pilit na nilalaban sila ng mga Lykos. Naging sakim ang mga sorciere lalo na noong nalaman nila ang naka saad sa propesiya na may isang sanggol na may dugong bampira at lobo ang mag hahari sa buong Astral na walang sino mang nilalang ang makakahigit doon. Isang balita na nagdulot sa mga sorciere upang patayin ang mga bagong silang na sanggol. Hindi naniniwala ang mga Lykos sa nasabing propesiya dahil alam nilang hindi totoo ang mga mga bampira, kung totoo man ito alam nilang nasa ibang dimensyon ito at malabo na makapasok sa kanilang mundo. Ngunit nag bago ang lahat ng malaman nilang isang bampira ang binigay ng Diyos ng Buwan na maging kabiyak ng kanilang Alpha. Isang bampira na may dugong bughaw. Pero imbis na itakwil nila ito, tinanggap nila ito ng buong puso at pinangakuang poprotektahan nila ito hanggang sa huling hininga. Ang bampirang lobo sa mundo ng Astral.