How to Get My Husband on My Side

Chapter 1

 

“I’ve finally found a worthy groom for you, darling,” announced Father, as he wiped off his lips with a napkin.

 

Laying on the knees of my oldest brother Cesare, I felt the urge to run back to my bedroom and throw up all the food I’d just eaten.

 

My second brother Enzo, who had been busily chowing down on an awfully smelly quenelle, slammed his fork down and cried out in protest.

 

“Not again! Father, how many times has it been already?”

 

“Enzo.”

 

“It hasn’t even been three months since her last engagement was called off! Regardless of what our family would gain from this marriage, shouldn’t you at least try to consider her feelings?”

 

“What a surprise to see you side with your little sister. Then would you rather battle the barbarians yourself instead of accepting Britannia’s support?”

 

“What are you talking about? Those savage barbarians up north wouldn’t stand a chance against the likes of me, the greatest, most noble soldier to ha—”

 

“Shut your trap, boy.”

 

The great noble soldier took the rest of the quenelle on his plate and shoved it into his mouth, aggressively chewing in protest.

 

The marriage proposal wasn’t any surprise to me though. I knew that it would come sooner or later.

 

“Who is it, Father?”, I asked cheerfully.

 

My father, who had been staring disapprovingly at Enzo, looked back my way and smiled.

 

“He’s Britannia’s hero. The king’s beloved nephew and famous knight of the South. He’s very handsome, I’m sure you’ll like him.”

 

“What! Father, do you know how bad his reputation is?!”

 

“Boy, was I talking to you?”

 

Enzo became quiet again.

 

knight would one day massacre their entire family. Oh poor, wretched creatures of this

 

“Ruby?”

 

been stroking my head, called for me again. This time his long fingers groped the back of my

 

shifted my gaze to Enzo who was frowning discontentedly,

 

I’m grateful that I can at least be of some service to you

 

into a rare gentle smile and pressed them up against the top of my

 

sweet

 

I really wanted

 

to attend to than throwing up. After all, the handsome knight of the South was out to kill

 

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to an end and I could finally rest. But if I’d known that I would be reincarnated as a lady in the Renaissance Era, and as a character in a novel that I’d read long ago, and, to make matters

 

I was going to be reincarnated as a character in this novel, couldn’t I have at least been born into a

 

“Ugh!”

 

my stomach tense up and my eyes begin to water. I’d gotten good enough at throwing up silently that I didn’t need to worry about being caught by the

 

I became Rudbeckia de Borgia—I mean before I died—I was an adopted daughter

 

very young age, I knew nothing about the so-called ‘Korean Peninsula’ where I was born. Like my adoptive siblings, I attended a prestigious private school in Madrid and lived a life full of

 

at me while pulling back his eyes. At first I didn’t understand what it

 

grew numb to the racism that I faced at school, but as for my life at home, despite the sophisticated, welcoming facade of my adoptive family, there was always an unspoken rule that I was to be treated differently, that I was

 

life and drug addiction. The only one in my adoptive family who would sometimes treat me nicely was my older sister, and she committed suicide

 

of a smart, cheerful, and obedient daughter, since if I ever brought the smallest bit of shame to my family or offended them in the slightest, there was hell

 

I was just hallucinating before l passed away. But when I looked in the mirror, instead

 

de Borgia, a character in the fantasy novel Sodom and the Holy

 

of a vile, corrupt pope who abused his power to subjugate others. It was a story about the countries of the

 

referred to the people of the northern Romagna region of Italy, and ‘Holy Grail’ was a metaphor

 

die no less than

 

off Rudbeckia, and after three unsuccessful engagements and another last minute cancellation, she ended up being married

 

his wife’s entire family after only being married for six

 

lose his mind, it was hatred—hatred of Rudbeckia, who’d poisoned his little

 

Rudbeckia killing his little sister, it seems like Izek just got fed up with his

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