Chapter 51: Bonus Chapter (Claras Story)
Special Bonus – Clara's POV
(Villain Origin)
This story has nothing to do with the others.
This is mine.
And I was never the hero.
I was the villain.
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The First World
In the first world, I was locked in a basement.
Extremely thin. Forgotten. Invisible.
I used to press my ear to the door and imagine footsteps that were not there. I would count the seconds between silence and hope. Sometimes I would whisper, "I'm still here," just to prove to myself that I hadn't disappeared completely.
No one answered.
After a while, I stopped whispering.
I knew no one. No one knew me. No one showed me mercy. Not even the maids. They passed by as if I were already dead. Sometimes I wondered if I was.
They abandoned me.
Until the day the door opened. And my savior stood there.
A sister I never knew I had.
Juliana.
She opened the door and saved me.
The first day I stepped out of that basement, the light hurt my eyes. The world felt too big. Too bright.
I saw my parents.
They turned their backs on me.
That was the first time I understood something terrifying —
I was alive, but I was optional.
Juliana was necessary.
I was extra.
But my sister didn't. She held my hand.
She spoke gently. She involved me.
I watched the way my parents loved her. Spoiled her. Smiled at her. Touched her hair. Called her precious.
They never once looked at me that way.
Even when I stood in the same room. Even when I tried.
Juliana would try to involve me sometimes. She would call me over. Pull me closer. Include me.
Instead of loving me, my parents threatened me.
They made me swear an oath.
If anything ever happened… I must save her first.
Not myself.
They made me accept the truth:
I was never loved. But at least I had her.
That was what I believed.
Juliana involved me in everything. Her friends. Her school. Her life.
We went to the same school.
We walked together. We ate together.
For a moment, I believed I was free.
I believed I could finally live. Until I noticed something.
I tested it once. I walked into class without her.
No one saved me a seat. No one called my name.
When she walked in ten minutes later, they waved at me again — like I had only just arrived.
Her friends laughed with me when she was there.
They ignored me when she wasn't.
Teachers smiled widely at me when she stood beside me.
They screamed at me when she wasn't.
They spoke badly about me behind my back.
When Juliana was there, I existed. When she wasn't, I disappeared.
And then I knew I wasn't Clara. I was Juliana's shadow.
My sister didn't know. She never knew.
So I tried to grow.
I tried to make myself better.
She chose medicine and business. I chose the School of Migan—acting.
If I couldn't be loved, I would be seen.
I was satisfied for a while. My world was her and me.
Until I fell in love with Andrea.
I thought I had grown enough. I thought since I was a De'ora too, maybe I could finally be chosen.
So I confessed.
He rejected me brutally. He told me to know my place.
He told me I was meant to stand behind Juliana.
That I should never cross the line.
Never.
I was heartbroken. Devastated.
I laughed when he left.
I laughed because if I didn't, I would have begged. And I would rather die than beg to be chosen.
But it was fine.
I still had my sister. That was enough.
Or so I believed.
The next day Juliana came home with a man. She introduced him as her boyfriend.
It was Andrea.
He confessed to her on the evening of the day he rejected me.
And she accepted.
She didn't know I loved him. She didn't know he had crushed me.
The funniest part?
He acted as if he had never met me before.
He introduced himself again. Shook my hand.
As if we were strangers.
Then he kissed her. In front of me.
They acted so lovey-dovey right in front of me.
That was the moment something inside me shattered.
Not cracked. Shattered.
So I ended it.
I slashed my wrist.
As my blood drained, an ancient system spoke.
It asked if I wanted to start again. It said I could restart my life.
And take my sister's place.
At first, I hesitated.
When I woke up in the hospital, Juliana was beside my bed.
Andrea was there too.
Massaging her shoulder. Feeding her.
My parents were nowhere.
When I asked about them, they never came.
Only Juliana cried. Only Juliana stayed.
But it wasn't enough anymore. She wasn't enough anymore.
So I agreed to what the ancient system offered.
I would restart.
And this time… , I would not be the abandoned one.
And so, the world was restarted.
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The Second World
In this new world, I was born first.
My parents loved me. And they locked Juliana in the basement.
The contrast was clear. This time, I was spoiled.
Loved. Protected.
But somewhere in my heart, hatred grew.
Because even when I had everything…
I remembered.
I remembered the basement. I remembered Andrea.
I remembered being told to know my place.
So I acted spoiled.
Unruly. Entitled.
I believed I owned the world. My system encouraged it.
It only wanted one thing:
For me to live. And to also make Juliana's life a living hell.
School was easy to ignore. I was always last.
I didn't care, but my parents cared, so does my nanny.
It got to a stage where my nanny teacher, Nela, got tired of me.
One day she discovered Juliana. And she showed her kindness.
In my first life, Nela never cared about me.
Even when I was out of the basement , beside my sister. She ignored me like I was a plague.
But now?
She searched for Juliana in the basement herself.
Helped her. Taught her.
Acted like a mother.
I hated the De'ora home even more.
Then one day, I overheard my parents talking.
"Miss Nela spoke to me," my mother said. "Are we sure about keeping Clara? the star mark isn't on Clara. What if we made a mistake? What if this time, it's on the girl in the basement…"
My father replied, "The ancestors were never wrong."
Even in this new world…
I wasn't enough.
Not for my parents. Not for Nela.
And I realized something worse.
They were starting to care about Juliana.
Again.
Was it because she was good?
Was it because she tried?
Was it because she didn't rot from the inside like I did?
So I made a plan.
I told them to use Juliana as a substitute for me in school.
She would earn the awards.
In my name.
The ancestors would be satisfied.
My parents were reluctant. But they agreed.
Too easily.
That made me hate them more.
Juliana won award after award. All under my name.
I partied. I enjoyed life.
While she worked hard to build my future.
But I made sure she understood something:
She was only a substitute. Nothing more.
She believed me.
The De'oras tried speaking to her sometimes.
She avoided them. I watched it all.
And I hated them more.
This went on for ten years. Until Juliana had enough.
She wanted out.
She threatened our parents.
And they let her go.
That night, I saw my mother cry.
Cry.
For the child they were supposed to hate.
When I tried to kill myself in the first world, they never cared.
So what changed?
I hated them more.
But at least they did something right for once. They arranged an engagement for me.
To Andrea. The Mist heir.
He didn't attend. He didn't care.
But I believed it didn't matter.
I was the firstborn now.
He would accept me. Or so I thought.
A few months after the engagement, he canceled it.
He said he loved another woman.
I was hurt.
But as long as it wasn't Juliana, I didn't care.
I acted sweet to his parents.
They liked me. They felt sorry for me.
So they made me their goddaughter.
I was satisfied, they gave me a chance to still stay close to him.
Everything was going well.
Until Andrea came home with his so-called love.
Juliana.
When I saw her, I was shocked. So I made a plan.
I rushed forward. I hugged her.
"Sister!" I called loudly.
I thought the upper class would treat her like they treated me in the first life.
Ignore her. Belittle her.
They didn't.
What I didn't know was that everyone already knew. They knew the awards in my name weren't mine.
They knew there was a hardworking twin who left.
So accepting Juliana was quite easy for them.
I hated her more.
Knowing we are related, they made me act like the bride's relative.
I smiled. I endured.
Juliana married Andrea.
I could have stopped it.
But Andrea never let me near her alone.
A few months after the wedding, she became pregnant.
When my parents heard, they investigated. Curious about the daughter they discarded.
I didn't care. I hated Juliana.
Even in this world… She stole Andrea from me again.
So I begged her for forgiveness.
She forgave me. Because she was stupid.
But Andrea never trusted me.
I blamed her.
I told myself she must have badmouthed me.
Soon, she was eight months pregnant.
Andrea wasn't home. His parents were also not home.
It was only her and me.
It was finally time.
She was thirsty.
I offered to get her water.
I never knew she followed me quietly.
In the kitchen, I added a miscarriage pill to the water.
She saw me. She confronted me.
I denied it.
She threatened to call Andrea. She turned to get her phone.
For one second — just one — I saw us as children again.
Her hand reaching for mine.
If I let her live, she would win again.
If I let her live… I would go back to being second.
I could not go back.
I would rather destroy everything than return to that basement.
And so I pushed her.
Down the long stairs.
When she fell, I thought I would feel powerful.
I felt empty.
The kind of empty that sounds exactly like that basement door closing.
She died instantly. Her baby too.
Andrea and his parents saw everything.
They saw me push her.
I was arrested.
My parents where devastated. But they didn't bail me out.
I was alone again.
But Andrea wasn't satisfied.
One day, the police took me from prison to a bridge.
Andrea was there.
I begged. I confessed my love. I told him she stole him from me.
I didn't beg because I feared death.
I begged because even now — even now — I wanted him to look at me the way he looked at her.
Just once.
Just once, I wanted to be chosen.
He didn't listen.
He tied me.
Then drove the car toward me.
As the car sped toward me, I finally understood something cruel.
I had spent two lifetimes fighting to be first.
And in the end…
I was still the one left behind.
My system couldn't save me. It could only restart once.
He hit me.
Hard.
I could feel nothing. I could hear nothing.
We both fell off the cliff.
And died.
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Then a third world happened. I don't know how, I don't know why.
"I didn't know that this time, the restart wasn't mine. It was hers. Juliana had chosen revenge. And she gave her place to someone else."
I woke up in my mother's womb again.
Memory intact.
This time, I didn't know the twin beside me wasn't Juliana.
She was a transmigrator. She had her own system.
She came for revenge.
I didn't care.
I only cared about one thing.
Revenge. On the De'oras.
And getting Andrea.
By hook or by crook.
I wanted to be born first.
But my sister beat me to it.
I was abandoned to an orphanage immediately.
Again.
But this time, I would grow myself. In this third world, I have the media.
The music industry.
Power. Influence.
And this time…
I will not stand behind Juliana.
Not again. Never again.
SO CAN ANYONE TELL ME WHY I FAILED ?.