I'm the heroine's dead twin... nice! (BL)

Part 1

??? POV

'It hurts, it hurts to even move my fingers... what was that dream? Who was that strange girl? She seemed so familiar. How did I even end up in this situation? Did I accidentally eat some nuts- wait. I never had any problems with eating nuts, did I? It's not like I have any allergies, it would be scandalous for an Ambrose to have any. Right, my mana got out of control. I could've died. Why did it get out of control?
... right, father told me he'd rather I died instead of mother, and I lost control. Seems like I wasn't very lucky in the family department again-wait.
Again? And what's a department? Most of the memories in my head aren't supposed to be there.
Think, Arius. Think. I have the memories of someone else, I guess? But who? That dream... strangely got me feeling every single emotion that girl did... WAS I that girl?'

'... that's possible. Sh- I(?) did request to have her/my memories back once I'm old enough. I'm seven now, that should be old enough. He- my conversation with that orb (who's apparently God) would also explain my perfect memory and apparently high intellect. So where was I reincarnated? Let's see-'

I felt my eyes open. It was noon and the sun was shining into my eyes, which I (with a lot of pain and struggle) blocked with my right hand, noticing it was wrapped up in bandages. The door opened and in came my personal and most trusted maid, Ophelia.

"YOUNG MASTER, YOU'RE AWAKE!"

She rushed to me, and I could make out her unshed tears. "Young master, how are you feeling?- what a stupid question, ofc you must be in pain. Please try not to move around, I'll go get you the doctor."
And out she went. She's fast, I'll give her that.

I turned my head to my left and looked into the mirror. Long, straight silver hair, emerald green eyes, long silver lashes, supple ivory skin and a cute button nose. Not that I was plain or ugly by any means in my previous life, but now I looked like an angel sent from above. 'Well, the 'sent from above' part is partially true. Thank you God, for giving me such extraordinary looks.'

Let's see, I was Derya Akkaya once. 17 years old, lived with my family in the U. S. I had an older brother, Deniz Akkaya, the golden child who killed me. A good for nothing, will likely end up in jail, even if he gets away with my 3rd degree murder.

Here, I'm Arius Conrad Ambrose, the second son and the third child of the house Ambrose. My father, Claude Thanatos Ambrose is the Grand Duke of the human kingdom Saphinas. I have an older brother -Lucien Heil Ambrose-, an older sister -Lucia Isolde Ambrose- and a twin sister (whom I have never met, bc she was kidnapped when we were babies. Ophelia told me about her) -Arielle Minerva Ambrose.

I lost my mother while some assassins were trying to kidnap both me and Arielle from our nursery. Our mother -Artemis Elysia Ambrose (previously Thanasis)- tried to protect us and got killed in the process. The assassins managed to grab Arielle, but before they could pick me up, my father barged in and the assassins fled (Ophelia told me).

They were too late to heal mother, and my father started to blame me for my mother's death.

Of course, I didn't know the reason why my family treated me like dirt previously, but now that I have the memories of my past life, I've figured it out. Previously, I had tried everything to gain their acknowledgement. I studied until I passed out, I tried to learn about everything and anything I could get my hands on, I made it so that my tutors didn't have anything to say about me other than singing praises, but I never succeeded.

Before my mana outburst, I was trying to tell father about my progress in my studies, but he snapped at me, saying that he'd rather that I had died that day, instead of mother. I immediately left father's study and ran off to my room. On the way, I bumped into my elder siblings. The glares they gave me were scarier than any nightmare I had in either of my lives.

Scared, angry and sad, I locked myself in my room and cried. I don't know how long I cried, but at some point, my tears started to fall from rage and anger, rather than sadness. It grew, to the point all I could think about was making those bastards miserable, crying and begging for my forgiveness, apologizing for their neglect and mental abuse of my entire life.

And then, I started to feel a warmth inside me. It kept on growing and got hotter and hotter. It was painful, I heard a scream, but I'm not sure if it was mine or not. And then I lost my consciousness.

The door opened, and Ophelia came in with the doctor. They both had looks of pity on their faces. I hated it, but am used to it. It's the look every single staff gives me. 'At least they know better than blaming an innocent baby for his mother's murder.' The servants in this house were all kind to me, and I was thankful for that.

The doctor examined my condition and my injuries before assuring me that I wasn't in danger anymore and telling me to rest for the week. After he went out, I turned to Ophelia.

"Ophelia, how long was I out for?"
"It's been a month, young master."
"Have either father or my older siblings come to visit me? Be honest."
"...No, young master."
"Really? I was literally having tea with death, and they didn't even bother seeing if I was still breathing?"
"..."

I knew Ophelia was telling me the truth, she wasn't a very good liar.

"Good, at least now, I won't have any regrets."
"Young master?"
"Ophelia, could you bring me something to eat and drink, please? I'm quite famished."