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I was Born the Unloved Twin

Author: CCmei
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You've probably heard this sort of story before. Once upon a time, blah blah blah a boy and a girl fell love and everything was beautiful and perfect, except for this thing called life getting in their way. He was this cool foreign prince and she was basically perfect. Really it's a very boring run of the mill story. I'll even spoil it for you, they kill the villainess at the end. Not the type of story I'd read personally. So where do I fit into this? Apparently I'm her older twin sister and the very very lucky fiance to the foreign prince. You know, the dead villainess? Sucks I know. Now I get to do it all over again from the beginning. Curse my life ------ https://discord.gg/ARkSMFPbew ----

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Chapter 1A second chance

I woke up alone, tired and absolutely helpless. But I woke up aware of who I am and my surroundings.

I am Rosalia Therese Ventrella and I have lived this life before.

Or at least that's what it feels like... how else do you explain my supposed entire life playing out like a badly made movie? A terribly realistic and painful movie. One that I truly wish I could wake up from, but when I finally did it wasn't to my own bed nor body.

After arriving to this world, this life, as a newborn - I fell into a deep sleep. It was peaceful, restful even. until the silent dream turned into a nightmare that would not end- not till I died a gruesome death. My previous self's death.

This child, the me of now was born the eldest to a powerful noble household. My grandfather is the hero of this land, his name resounds far and wide, well respected in this semi-peaceful world. I grew up well taken care of, like a flower in a greenhouse. I grew up twisted by the humans around me.

I was not alone.

I had a sister who was born just minutes after me. She was the source of so much of my suffering, whether she knew it or not. My younger twin sister- Lilyanne Maria Ventrella.

We had the same face and yet our fates were so different I could cry at the thought. Or is it a memory? Both?

The minute after the strike of midnight passing into the New Year, the holiest day of this world, came Lilyanne's birth. She was a prophecy come true, the dawn, the light, and the future. Or so the 'wise men foretold.

I don't even know who these shitty geezers are?!

I was born too early, a minute before midnight, a minute before the end of the passing year. It was not necessarily a bad omen but definitely not a good one. It was ominous but that would come later, the implication was clear. Still, I was the firstborn child to the only daughter of the hero and the country's future prime minister.

It was impossible to mistreat me. Right?

It was pure neglect, that's what I saw watching Rosalia's memories. Mine now, a part of my soul whispers. Sometimes being ignored, being a ghost, was more painful than being physically hit.

Since the beginning, Lilyanne came first. Her birth was messy, complicated and her health stayed bad throughout our childhood. Her frail health slowly grew into a delicate constitution and then into a pure gentle nobleness incomparable to any other lady. It made sense for her to be the bearer of such a blessing, a holy power.

How funny.

My sister was called the perfect woman with her angelic beauty, gentle air and renowned artistry in the delicate arts. Even without her status as the Holy Maiden, blessed with the unheard power of prophecy, she was perfect.

The Lilyanne I knew was not the perfect woman, no she was something far worse than that. She was my beloved little sister, clumsy and far too naive for her own good. This is the most painful part; I think I loved her dearly.

She came first, always.

I'm not complaining, just saying how it was. Our parents and everyone else loved and praised her to the high heavens. And I was just there. I was there to accompany her. At best to be her keeper but in reality, it was to serve as a foil, a contrast. Even with the same face, I was different from her, I was not enough, never enough in my whole life.

But I was good enough to be a sacrifice.

The country to the north, powerful in a way ours wasn't, reached their hands out in peace. Their son and heir would be an agreeable pair with a noble granddaughter of the great hero. As the eldest, it would make sense to arrange for my marriage before hers. But really I was to be thrown away as a political pawn by the time I reached 18.

Not too difficult to imagine for a woman of this world in my position.

But here's where the real kicker lies: they fell in love.

Against all odds, the cold brute of a man called my fiance and my sweet foolish little sister had fallen in love.

What could I do with that? How was I allowed to react? What would anyone else do in my place?

I tried to be wise, to follow all the proper decorum and more, but it burned something terrible. It hurt more than anything I've ever faced in this already painful life. It hurt so badly because it was my own sister who did this to me. And the worst part was that it wasn't even her fault, not really.

I lashed out.

As much as it pained them, as much as songs and stories will weep for them, it's what ultimately killed me.

I hate her so much.

I resent her with every fiber of my being, everything wrong with me can be linked back to her. I hate and I raged and burned...and I loved her still. How pathetic of me right?

People are complicated, no matter what world or time period.

It wasn't her fault, not really. Neither was Lilyanne completely innocent, not in her ignorance, her foolishness or in what she allowed to happen. You hurt people even when you don't mean to. But she wasn't solely to blame in this world.

In the end, she was the only one to sincerely weep as I died. I remember her ugly sobbing face with a sick sense of satisfaction, even through all the sorrow.

"I did it, I hurt you in such a way you will never recover from dear sister. And with my death, I'll set you all free."

That's what I wanted to say as I laid bleeding out but I had no strength left. I had nothing left, not even hatred. Nothing but regrets that is.

This is not what I wanted, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I want to live too.

I want to be happy too.

I'm sorry.

Somewhere along the line between dream and consciousness Rosalia's words and mine melded together. All the horrible guilt, unbearable sadness, and lifelong regrets bubbled boiled and mixed into a terrible potion that seems to make up my blood.

I get it now, I really do.

My name is Rosalia.

I repeat it to myself and not my old name....that doesn't matter really, not anymore. I am her and she's me. Just maybe, we always were one and the same. If I want to live, really live here I have to let go of some of those regrets. And if I can't, I'll just have to live twice as hard.

That is the only resolve I can make for our past selves.

I understand that despite all common sense I've been reborn as a newborn Rosalia, the light led me to a new life.

A cruder cynical side of me just says that the light was a literal exit point.

After the traumatic ordeal of being born again with the rush of my new identity, I can only move on. I don't want any more regrets.

I'm alive, that's all I can say. I'm alive.

To all my loved ones, I'm sorry and thank you. I'll never forget you.

But I have to live now.

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Possibly one of the best among it's genre. Heck, I think it's one of the best novel you can find in this platform. The characters' designs and developments are awesome. After reaching some point(chapter), you can see many, many things have a reason as to why she is like this, why things are like that. And it is safe to assume that the author have the story(future) planned just as impressive. The author's first person pov writing style though, if you stop reading for a moment and try to appreciate the sentences, paragraphs, the writing, it is dam.n awesome. I'd say it's rare to see such refined quality as satisfying as this one in this platform. The more you read, the more it's astonish you. And before you realized, you already finished the (very long) chapter. The story albeit slow, It's very enjoyable, and impactful. Thanks to the author's impressive writing style and quality, you can't help but immersed to the story, feel the characters, love the characters. If there's any cons, it's just that I have a problem accepting their age. It annoys me at first. But after reading through it all, such small dent (imho) isn't even worth mentioning. It's got outweighed a lot by much more good stuffs. Other than that everything else is perfect. All in all, it's a satisfying read, a true hidden gem, an amazing roller coaster of emotions that I'd never expect from a slice of life genre. Thanks to the author for bringing us this great novel.👍 Wholely recommended. Note for author, if u ever feel down (esp because of reading other novels of the same genre, because i think it's a bit absurd given ur novel is already this awesome), just remember that we (the fans) are here to support u. We love UT the way it already is. So pls, keep up the gud work! Btw, I'm still at ch. 111 Will be waiting for more! Last but not least, I'd like to state that I've read and usually prefer novels like TCF, Novel's Extra, Tale of a lax demon, Nanomancer Reborn, Shini Yasui Koushaku, and the likes. Those r some of my best read (Doesn't mean I never read any other genre). And now (after lots of browsing and surfing through the sea of webnovel), I'd like to add this one to my list of (my)best read. I also have read a good number of reincarnation/transmigration and fantasy webtoons. Esp shoujo ones. Tho not much of those sticks with me.

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