How To Get My Husband On My Side [meanie]

𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 2: 𝖩𝗈𝗌𝗁𝗎𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝖡𝗈𝗋𝗀𝗂𝖺

Anyhow, he was undoubtedly a strange man.

Despite the way Joshua obsessed over me and clung to me, he didn't show slightest hesitation using me as a pawn in his political schemes. For all I know, maybe he just thought of me as another one of his objects. 

Three years ago, when I'd just gotten accustomed to the fact that I'd become fifteen year-old Wonwoo, I made the mistake of refusing my arranged marriage to the Dike of Rembrandt.

With the foreknowledge that the duke would later become a key figure in the demise of my family, I invalidated our marriage right before the wedding was scheduled to happen using the humiliating pretense of 'bodily incompatibility'.

I wanted to do whatever I could to protect my new family that had treated me so well and stop whatever enemies would later blot against them.

But as soon as I expressed my unwillingness to marry him, Father's usual warm expression morphed into an ice-cold frown that made my body tremble with fear in a way I was all too familiar with. That night I was locked in my room and beaten by Joshua until I nearly passed out from pain.

It was after those events repeated themselves a couple times that I realized there was no difference between my old and new life. Maybe, in part, that was also because I knew that Wonwoo wasn't actually the pope's biological son.

Wonwoo's biological mother--my mother-- was killed as soon as she gave birth, before the pope met his second official lover, Carmen. Most people around me were already suspicious that I wasn't the pope's legitimate child, and, well, since I'd already read the story myself, I knew their suspicions were correct.

Putting on a facade and pretending to be family with people that didn't share a drop of blood with me, it was identical to my previous life. And after I became Wonwoo, my anorexia manifested itself again as well.

"It hurts to see you go too. This'll be the last time something like this happens, I promise," said Joshua.

"But I heard it's dangerous there..."

"Dangerous? You will be guarded around-the-clock by a legion of elite knights, you have nothing to worry about. I'll try to come visit you as often as I can too. It won't be that bad, every place has something to like about it. Just think of it as a six-month-long vacation. "

$Six months? It's really going to be six months?"

I already knew exactly how long it was going to be but I pretended to be surprised anyway.

He chuckled and wrapped a lock of my hair around his finger, holding it up to his nose.

"Yeah, you just have to make it six months. He won't do anything to you regardless, so you don't need to worry."

That wasn't what I was worried about.

"You'll really come visit me often?"

"Yeah."

I prayed that he wouldn't.

Trying to convince the knight who'd become my husband to not kill me was going to be difficult enough as it was. Even if I refuse to poison his little brother, someone else would be hired to do it and I would end up being blamed.

If I was going to stop my husband's little brother from being poisoned in six months, I had to start by convincing my husband and the other people around me, all of whom passionately hated me, that I was harmless--that I was their ally.

At least it wasn't any different than how I'f been forced to act with my previous families.

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Mingyu van Omerta.