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.

 

had any idea that this handsome knight would one day massacre

 

“Ruby?”

 

head, called for me again. This time his long fingers groped the back of my head. I shuddered in revulsion. It felt

 

Enzo who was frowning discontentedly, and then to Lady Julia and my father beside

 

least be of some

 

rare gentle smile and pressed them up

 

as always, our sweet

 

I really wanted to

 

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

 

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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

 

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

 

“Ugh!”

 

begin to water. I’d gotten good enough at throwing up silently that I didn’t need to

 

old and new life was anorexia, or as people call it nowadays, an eating disorder. Before I became Rudbeckia de Borgia—I mean before I died—I was an adopted daughter of an upper-class

 

about the so-called ‘Korean Peninsula’ where I was born. Like my adoptive siblings,

 

laughed at me while pulling back his eyes. At first I didn’t understand what it meant, so I just laughed along with the rest of the kids in my class. I thought that my

 

despite the sophisticated, welcoming facade of my adoptive family, there was always an unspoken

 

who was a rising tennis star, was publicly exposed for his promiscuous private life and drug addiction. The only one in my adoptive family who would sometimes treat me nicely was my older

 

ever brought the smallest bit of shame to my family or offended them

 

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

 

days to realize that I’d become Rudbeckia de Borgia, a character in the fantasy

 

was set in the Ressanaince Era and revolved around the tale of a vile, corrupt pope who abused his power to subjugate others. It was a story about the

 

a metaphor for the holy site of the Vatican City. And as for lucky me, I was

 

die, and to die no less

 

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

 

noble and austere as Izek would lose his mind and decide to murder his wife’s entire family after only being married for six months, it was Rudbeckia

 

love that made him lose his mind, it was hatred—hatred of Rudbeckia, who’d

 

though, more than being mad about Rudbeckia killing his little sister, it seems like Izek just got fed up with his backstabbing b*tch of a

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