In my first life, I was born into a prominent ducal family of a great empire, in a world that was coloured with hierarchy, magic, divine powers, beasts and other mythical things.
My mother was a princess of a faraway kingdom and my father was a duke of an undefeated empire. A very, powerful duke. He was a Swordmaster, a war hero, a wise ruler of his duchy, a great businessman, and most importantly, he was a Debelvoir.
House Debelvoir, also known as the House of Emerald Dragon, was an influential family that was famous for its lineage. It was written down in history as the oldest house of the Vast Continent, and had stood longer even before the Axevran Empire was founded.
I was a product of a political marriage. In other words, my parents were not, in any way, in love.
If I remember correctly, my parents made a deal with each other. A contract marriage, so to speak. My mother would bear an heir for my father's sake (regardless of its gender), and in return, she'd be allowed to pursue her lifelong dream.. as a scientist who'd travel the Vast Continent. She was a princess in a cage, saved by my father. However, my father didn't just simply save her out of pity. It was rather diplomatic, and she happened to fit the criteria that he'd searched for.
Fast forward to three years after their marriage, I was born. And so she left to pursue her so-called dream. Well, I must admit, although it was a marriage of convenience, my parents did respect each other. And their contract.
But seriously.. regardless of their agreement, to have left her daughter just like that was cold man. What the fuck is breastfeeding anyway, right? She had to leave as soon as possible, and I only knew of her face from her paintings on the walls in the manor. I grew up with a bitter jealousy deep in my heart when I saw kids around my age with their mothers. Anyway, my father on the other hand, albeit far from perfect, was not that cold towards me. He'd taken time nursing me (although only for a few minutes) amid his busy schedules, and showered me with dolls, toys and what not a child could ever ask for. He'd pay extra care when it came to my health too (even with the fact that a Debelvoir doesn't get sick easily), with the visit of the family physician (every single week without fail) on checking me up until I reached the age of five.
Our relationship wasn't of a normal father and daughter from what I remember, but it was stable. Until the day when I turned seven, he'd left for a sudden war in the far up north to fight the demonic beasts, and returned two years later.. with a girl my age, and a woman my mother's age.
The girl was a daughter of a baron whom my father was friends with in the battlefield, and the woman was the baron's wife. The baron died as a hero, but left nothing but poverty to his family. Hence, father dearest took them in.
Both mother and daughter were assigned to work in the house to serve House Debelvoir, however, things did not turn out that way. I mean, that's how it is when it comes to life, right?
The woman with her excessive beauty enchanted many men, including my father. He was a tough one, but in the end, she conquered him and won his heart. And so the story goes.. she became his mistress and he adopted her daughter as his own. He did not marry her and I was still his sole heir though, but other than that, everything else had changed.
My father did not give a single fuck to his own daughter anymore. Never visits, never showed his face –not even once. I mean, I always knew he never loved me, but at least he cared before.. even just a little. It broke my heart to be frank, and I was rather gutted for that.
His mistress, of course just like in any other typical soap opera, abused me a lot.. both physically and mentally. Since father was often out due to his work (no, scratch that.. he was never around in the house anymore after he took in that whor –I mean that woman as his mistress), she became the ruler of the house and mistreated me by much. The mistress's daughter was as evil; a white lotus byotch who took everything from me including the Grand Chamber.. a birthday gift from father for my fifth birthday. It was a magnificent royal bedroom fit to a princess of House Debelvoir, and someone who wasn't even a Debelvoir took it away from me.
But she didn't stop there. She stole my only friend and took away my childhood crush that I adored like stupid by framing me on bullying her to the point that they believed I was a malicious villain.. albeit I was the one with the wounds all over my body. They were that stupid, but then, they were over the moon for her, blinded by that little thing called love. Well, puppy love, but it's still a love. I think (?)
Then again.. with her look and her angelic persona who descended from heaven and above and beyond, who wouldn't fall for her?
Do I sound bitter now? Because I am.
There were many moments that my core brain had blocked. I remember I fell ill and was unconscious for days by recollecting those moments (which I don't recall anymore) as I grew up.. and again, a Debelvoir doesn't easily get sick I tell you.
My blood boiled every single time I reminisce my pitch black past, but what can I really say? Father allowed it all to happen. There was no way, no possible way, a man who was as powerful as him not knowing how the things are around his own fucking house. I've got bruises and cuts from time to time and was often left to starve and locked inside my new room in the attic. Even if everyone in the house had contributed with my torture, it was just impossible to think that father did not know of my condition. His aides were cunning and smart from what I recall, therefore it was just impossible that he knew nothing of my suffering. Things had gotten even worse and I came into conclusion that everyone in the house partaken with the non-stop abuse. My endless crying getting ignored as a proof.
So with that, a spark of hatred started within me.
When I turned twelve, father sent me to a distinguish academy in the continent, far away from the duchy, far away from the empire, far away from him and his new family.
And with that final blow, the spark bloomed into full hatred.
I did not have my debut when I was fourteen, and I did not have my coming-of-age ceremony when I was eighteen. I never write home, not replying to father's letters (I never even opened one), and never returned to the estate even on school breaks. I chose all that. I was ready to cut ties to the fuckers. My heart was breaking into pieces due to a parental failure, and yes, I blamed it all on my parents.
But despite with all the misfortunes, one good thing happened to me. I inherited my mother's brain. I was a motherfucking genius at school and excelled in every subject; let it be magical engineering, science, philosophy, or even down to swordsmanship. The academy was secluded from the world, and it was rather a small institution, but it had become my comfort zone. I was also a superstar there due to my achievements. My arrogance and self-centered bitch syndrome started from then on..
And so the years went by and upon my graduation at the age of twenty, I was ready to be the next heir of the dukedom. Albeit I planned my trip back to the duchy in private without informing the duke. I wanted to surprise him and his new family, you see. Had plotted some sort of revenge and such.
But you think that was it for me, huh?
A series of unfortunate events happened on my way back home just FYI.
Assassins – which I get through.
Kidnapping – which I get through.
Carriage accident – which I get through.
Food poisoning – which I get through.
Stabbed in the stomach by a child who passed by – which I did not get through.
I didn't see the last one coming to be honest, and so I died.
And opened my eyes again into a completely different world, in a strange city called New York.
**
My second life was not as dramatic as my first one. Although, it had a similar pattern.
Born into a conglomerate family, my parents were also married with the political intent. Except that this time, my mother died at childbirth, and my father remarried as soon as possible because he couldn't keep his dick in his pants.
So once again, I grew up with everything but a normal life.
But luckily this time, my stepmother was not a bitch. She also didn't carry a baggage with her. And didn't produce any. She only cared about how to doll herself up and be pretty all day long. She'd sometimes took me to socialites' parties just to parade me around because of my face and how well behaved I was. And what she did was rather funny to me.
My new father though, was not a complete jerk like my previous one, but he didn't show any interest in me either.
I grew up with his absence but was spoiled with shitload of money. I was an heiress and filthy rich. Thankfully, my dear ol' brain was still intact. Despite of my status, I was an overachiever in academic. I passed with flying colours and got my medical degree at the age of sixteen. And at twenty, I was an excellent Medical Doctor. I also won a national championship in Martial-Arts and was became an IG famous (because of that national championship thingy). In summary, I was living my life.. until I wasn't.
On one rainy day in Manhattan, Truck-kun hit me as I crossed the street and Isekai'd me back to my first life.
Ha.
Haha.
Hahaha!
Well, feck you, universe!