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.

 

one day massacre their entire family. Oh poor,

 

“Ruby?”

 

time his long fingers groped the back of my head. I shuddered in revulsion. It

 

raised my head and locked eyes with Cesare. After glancing at his eerie azure eyes, I shifted my gaze to Enzo

 

I can at least be of

 

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

 

our sweet little angel,”

 

really wanted to

 

After all, the handsome knight of the South was out to kill me

 

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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 worse, forced to survive in an environment that

 

I was going to be reincarnated as a character in this

 

“Ugh!”

 

could feel 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 maids,

 

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 family in Spain.

 

I knew nothing about the so-called ‘Korean Peninsula’ where I was born. Like my adoptive siblings, I attended

 

a boy in my class laughed at me while pulling back his eyes. At first I didn’t understand what it meant, so I just

 

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

 

adoptive family who would sometimes treat me

 

if I ever brought the smallest bit of shame to my family or offended them in the slightest, there was hell to pay. And when I woke up here, it was exactly

 

just hallucinating before l passed away. But when I looked in the mirror, instead of seeing my face, there was a

 

that I’d become Rudbeckia de Borgia, a character in the fantasy novel Sodom and

 

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 countries of the North and the clergy bravely rising up and banding together to overthrow

 

referred to the people of the northern Romagna region of Italy, and ‘Holy Grail’ was a metaphor for the holy site of the Vatican City. And as for lucky

 

to die, and to die no less than

 

hellbent on marrying off Rudbeckia, and after three unsuccessful

 

his mind and decide to murder his wife’s entire family after only being

 

that made him lose his mind, it was hatred—hatred of Rudbeckia, who’d poisoned his little sister. Cesare had miscalculated the severity

 

killing his little sister, it seems like Izek just got fed up with his backstabbing b*tch of a wife

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