Prologue.

After running through a spaceless darkness I was  finally able to sight the light. However my vision was still unclear. I tried to open my eyes and figure out where I was.

Soon my sight became clear but the scene which was before me left me surprised and wonder-struck. I blinked my eyes several times but still the scene was unchanged. 

I was in a big and glorious room. No matter where I ran my stare, all I found was lavishness and luxury. The architecture of the room was totally different from a regular flat. It seemed as if I was in a room of the royal palace.

While running my eyes everywhere I saw a beautiful painting on the top of the room. Though it was far away from me, I still tried to touch it. And I raised my hand. 

However, it surprised me again. 

Quickly she turned my head and saw my other hand. Why were they so small?

With horror I examined my leg and the truth left me speechless once again. They were small too. 

I panicked. 

And my helplessness expressed through my tears. 

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After some time I finally made my mind stable and rethought what was happening to me. 

Actually I found myself in a baby's body. Honestly, I was too. Moreover It felt strange having tiny hands and a body because I'm a 25 year's old full grown woman. 

Fortunately or unfortunately, I remembered who I was in my past life. An illegitimate daughter of a rich and reputed family. 

As I said I was an illegitimate child hence it might not be hard for anyone to assume that I was a cliche of that bignitary family. 

Therefore, my ex-family never let me forget even for a second that I was a black stain in their white reputable family. 

The pain covered all my heart when I saw disgust in my father's face whenever he faced me. I was his biggest mistake. Because of me his reputation was greatly decreased in the society. 

My father used to beat me until I fainted and his abuse got even worse whenever he attended some social gathering or party. And the reason was, People used to deride and mockeried him in the parties, they never left a single chance to humiliate him. Hence, He was overwhelmed with resentment and rage every-time. 

Since he couldn't show his exasperation in public, his wrath rained down on me.

He hit me with whatever came in his hands. Though He'd many methods to torture me but the most he liked was striking me with a iron rod, whipping me with a hunter and burned me. I'm not talking about cigarette burns which almost cover my both hands but through the seal which was used in the past to mark a horse.

Once that mark was interpolated to any part of my body then it would become his favourite part to burn again. 

I remembered clearly once he left me in the basement. In that place I was locked for almost a week. It was too dark, cold and a suffocating cave.

I was frightened and scared the first day however I got used to it as time proceeded further. As the days ended I finally realised There was no escape. 

Even my body adopted the anguish which my father gifted me after that incident. Talking about my emotions, I had already lost them a while ago. 

Anyway Do you believe me if I say I never stepped out of his house in my entire life? He isolated me from society and people. In my entire life, The only person whom I talked, was my father himself. Not a single soul dared to negotiate with me.

After some years later, his abuse reduced, not because he started seeing me as his child but because I became a valuable tool to him.  

I was a genius in the computer field. Not only hacking or coding but l were a master in manufacturing chips, robots and machines. 

I even built-up an e-commerce website for him and soon it became the world's largest e-commerce site. For my father I was the gold digger. 

In my entire life, Once I perceived him happy because of me, it was when the website hit the ranking of the biggest companies in the country. 

Although I'd turned emotionally null at that time but still somehow I felt a sense of happiness when I got him delighted. 

Well, it was my gracious mistake thinking I was behind his happiness because it didn't matter whatever I did for him.

I was still an ignoble disgrace of his family. A bloody eyesore for him.

Although, l led him in the road of glory but in the return he gave a painful death. Yeah my father cruelly killed me on my 25th birthday.

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Talking about my second Life, after some months I discovered I was the illegitimate princess of a big empire. My father was the king and my mother was a maid. 

I heard my nanny. She was gossiping about my mother with maids. With a lot of hostility and disgust she mentioned that my mother was a lowly maid who seduced the king, then gave the birth of childrens. Me and My twin brother. 

To be honest, I got life two times and got two mothers. Still I don't understand why? Why did both mothers of mine choose to be mistresses of someone and give birth to their illegitimate childrens. Above all, why did they die right after my birth? 

I really didn't understand why?

As for my current father. The king of this country. He never visited us. Neither he cared about existence nor our life. I never once saw his face. 

Since the king didn't bother to spare a thought about us and he preferred to ignore. So soon the servants who were taking care of us became arrogant and disrespectful towards me and my brother.

Moreover, It wasn't hard to predict that not a single soul of the whole palace liked my brother and my presence. After all we are lowly born. 

Though no one wanted to feed us, they still filled our stomachs as much as we could survive. Therefore it would be a great shame for the kingdom of their younger prince and princess dead because of hunger. 

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Time flew out like the thin air and we turned 5 year old. After five years later, The king finally remembered about us. He summoned us then ordered us to transfer to the west. 

I could assume his thinking, His intention was clean as neat water. He wanted to kill us. Since he didn't murder us directly so he took an indirect way to vanish us from his sight.

The west was suffering from the monster's attack at that time. This was such a great plan to eliminate us without dirtying his hand. 

As for his order, we moved to the west. 

It was the second night after arriving there and numerous monsters attacked us. 

That night I lost someone important. He sacrificed his life to protect me and my brother. 

It was also the first time when I fought back, when I killed a monster. 

At the age of 18 I removed all monsters of the west. 

In my second life I regained glory again. However this time I'd decided to not donate my crown to anyone else. 

I promise to myself.

I'm  Charlotte. The sixth princess of Austria empire would be the king of this empire one day.