The black carriage carrying Isabella stopped at neither the Palazzo de Mare, nor Cesare's Villa Sortone, nor the Palagio Carlo, but rather the old mansion of a nobleman.
From what she observed as she rode through the outer entrance and into the main entrance of the carriage, the mansion was old but very well maintained.
'Hmm. It's useful.'
But the atmosphere inside was chaotic.
The positions where employees should have been standing were empty, and people were gathered in small groups in a corner, whispering while looking at the black carriage.
The content of those whispers was most likely hostile. Isabella looked down at them with a faint smile.
Arriving at the main gate of the main building, she got out of the carriage with difficulty, dragging her heavy body with the help of the coachman.
Soon the front door opened with a bang and a young man ran out and picked her up.
“Isabella!”
Isabella greeted the man with a bright smile like an angel.
“Ottavio!”
Ottavio de Contarini lifted Isabella into his princess-like arms and strode into the mansion.
“Hey! What are you guys doing?”
The young Ottavio's sonorous voice resonated throughout the Contarini mansion.
“The Countess has arrived, so hurry and get some bath water!”
A couple of maids quickly ran up to the second floor, keeping an eye on Ottavio. The rest of the maids tried to hide their displeasure and fled toward the kitchen.
Isabella saw everything the maids were doing out of the corner of her eye, but she pretended not to see anything and smiled like a flower at Ottavio.
“Oh, dear. When you were pregnant, I told you not to take hot baths.”
As she grew older, Isabella's beauty became beyond description.
A few years ago, when she dominated the social scene, her face still had a youthful air, but now her delicate bone structure was revealed with a noble air, giving off an overwhelming aura.
It was as if it was a creation handcrafted by God.
Her once cute nose had become more prominent and showed off her maturity, and her eyes, which were like rose buds in spring, had become sad and deep so that no one could take their eyes off them.
Ottavio laughed out loud at Isabella's dazzling charm.
“You’ve come such a long way, I can’t just wipe you with a wet towel. You’re my priority, not the child!”
Ottavio kissed Isabella on the lips with a loud noise.
“How did I get my wife? I can have more children! But I only have one wife.”
“Ottavio too.”
Isabella covered her mouth and smiled shyly.
It was incredibly hard to get here, but she succeeded in the seemingly impossible mission of escaping from the Convent of Saint Angelo.
Isabella remembered the gaze of the Mother Superior who had said, "Well, then," when she had told her that she was leaving the convent because she had a new family to take in, and the envy of the other women in the convent who could not help but marvel at Isabella's talents.
Isabella was confident that if she could escape the Convent of Saint Angelo, she could do anything.
'It was fucking hard.'
In Ottavio's arms, Isabella's eyes reminisced about the past.
“I told you I can’t even breathe at home.”
Ippolito muttered, resting his hand on his forehead.
“Ariadne, that girl is no ordinary one.”
Ippolito kept complaining about how he was treated badly at home and how little money he had to spend, and he even started spouting nonsense that Ariadne must have been deliberately putting peppers and carrots in his food because he couldn't eat them.
Isabella was dumbfounded.
'You can't say anything you can't say to someone who eats turnip stew on moldy bread!'
“Isn’t it too much to give only day-old bread to me?”
Isabella barely managed to hold back from yelling at the little punk who was going on and on about how cruel the outside world was to him in front of his trapped sister.
If Ippolito runs away in shock, Isabella will truly be isolated in the Convent of Saint
From what she observed as she rode through the outer entrance and into the main entrance of the carriage, the mansion was old but very well maintained.
'Hmm. It's useful.'
But the atmosphere inside was chaotic.
The positions where employees should have been standing were empty, and people were gathered in small groups in a corner, whispering while looking at the black carriage.
The content of those whispers was most likely hostile. Isabella looked down at them with a faint smile.
Arriving at the main gate of the main building, she got out of the carriage with difficulty, dragging her heavy body with the help of the coachman.
Soon the front door opened with a bang and a young man ran out and picked her up.
“Isabella!”
Isabella greeted the man with a bright smile like an angel.
“Ottavio!”
Ottavio de Contarini lifted Isabella into his princess-like arms and strode into the mansion.
“Hey! What are you guys doing?”
The young Ottavio's sonorous voice resonated throughout the Contarini mansion.
“The Countess has arrived, so hurry and get some bath water!”
A couple of maids quickly ran up to the second floor, keeping an eye on Ottavio. The rest of the maids tried to hide their displeasure and fled toward the kitchen.
Isabella saw everything the maids were doing out of the corner of her eye, but she pretended not to see anything and smiled like a flower at Ottavio.
“Oh, dear. When you were pregnant, I told you not to take hot baths.”
As she grew older, Isabella's beauty became beyond description.
A few years ago, when she dominated the social scene, her face still had a youthful air, but now her delicate bone structure was revealed with a noble air, giving off an overwhelming aura.
It was as if it was a creation handcrafted by God.
Her once cute nose had become more prominent and showed off her maturity, and her eyes, which were like rose buds in spring, had become sad and deep so that no one could take their eyes off them.
Ottavio laughed out loud at Isabella's dazzling charm.
“You’ve come such a long way, I can’t just wipe you with a wet towel. You’re my priority, not the child!”
Ottavio kissed Isabella on the lips with a loud noise.
“How did I get my wife? I can have more children! But I only have one wife.”
“Ottavio too.”
Isabella covered her mouth and smiled shyly.
It was incredibly hard to get here, but she succeeded in the seemingly impossible mission of escaping from the Convent of Saint Angelo.
Isabella remembered the gaze of the Mother Superior who had said, "Well, then," when she had told her that she was leaving the convent because she had a new family to take in, and the envy of the other women in the convent who could not help but marvel at Isabella's talents.
Isabella was confident that if she could escape the Convent of Saint Angelo, she could do anything.
'It was fucking hard.'
In Ottavio's arms, Isabella's eyes reminisced about the past.
***
“I told you I can’t even breathe at home.”
Ippolito muttered, resting his hand on his forehead.
“Ariadne, that girl is no ordinary one.”
Ippolito kept complaining about how he was treated badly at home and how little money he had to spend, and he even started spouting nonsense that Ariadne must have been deliberately putting peppers and carrots in his food because he couldn't eat them.
Isabella was dumbfounded.
'You can't say anything you can't say to someone who eats turnip stew on moldy bread!'
“Isn’t it too much to give only day-old bread to me?”
Isabella barely managed to hold back from yelling at the little punk who was going on and on about how cruel the outside world was to him in front of his trapped sister.
If Ippolito runs away in shock, Isabella will truly be isolated in the Convent of Saint
Angelo with no one to visit her.
This was a terrible place. Isabella smiled, barely showing her teeth.
“You really went too far, Ariadne.”
But Ippolito didn't know the extent.
“Isn’t there any way to deal with it?”
He urged Isabella.
“You’re smart about that. Think about it.”
Ippolito went even further and grumbled.
“It’s been months since I told you to come up with some way to get rid of that Ariadne bitch, and you still haven’t figured out a way? You’re so incompetent...”
Isabella couldn't hold it in at this point and exploded in anger.
“Whatever the case may be! Brother, how many times have I told you to bring Ottavio de Contarini! How many times have I told you, and there’s still no word!”
“No, that’s...”
It's not that Ippolito didn't try. He kept looking for an opportunity.
But Ippolito had his allowance cut by Ariadne. And Ippolito was the type to buy his friends with money.
When Ippolito was no longer able to indulge in drinking and partying, the lesser men among his friends began to avoid him, and Ippolito began to feel intimidated.
From then on, even the guys among the remaining friends who didn't need to get something from Ippolito didn't invite Ippolito to their gatherings.
This is because he often has an inferiority complex and makes slips of the tongue.
“I’ll definitely bring him next time. I already brought what you asked me to bring.”
Ippolito took something out of his bosom. It was a brass barrel, dented and wrinkled here and there.
“But, what is this?”
Ippolito asked, placing the brass barrel on the table.
The identity of the brass barrel was none other than the black tea, 'Elixir of Love', that Leticia de Leonati had given her as a birthday present one day.
But Isabella had no intention of telling Ippolito all those details.
“You don’t know, brother!”
She quickly grabbed the brass bucket.
“I’m not some witch, and I can’t just kill Ariadne with this one thing! It’s not complete without Ottavio!”
“Oh, I see.”
Until the time when Ippolito was returning home in a daze, Isabella kept on giving her brother earnest advice.
“You have to bring it!”
Ippolito, who had not heard the secret of the brass barrel from Isabella, but had heard the reason why she was after Ottavio, questioned her.
“But does it have to be Ottavio? Can’t you bring someone else who’s decent enough?”
Ippolito thought that Isabella had chosen the most handsome and well-born of his friends.
Given Isabella's current condition, Ippolito thought it was not the time for her to be so picky.
But Isabella surprisingly answered very seriously.
“Of all the guys you could bring home, the only one who would abandon his fiancée and defy his parents is that guy.”
It's no good if he's the kind of guy who talks nonsense like running away naked and running away to love.
He had to accept Isabella with everything she had. In many ways, the only man who could do that was Ottavio.
And Isabella's eyes turned out to be a perfect fit.
“Isabella? What are you thinking?”
Isabella returned to the real world at Ottavio's call. She answered with a charming smile.
“I think back to when we first met at the convent.”
“Hahahahahaha!”
Ottavio was thrilled by the thought that his beloved felt the same way as he did. The world really couldn't be more beautiful.
The most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life, his first love, Isabella de Mare, was now his woman!
“Let’s get married soon.”
Ottavio had been eagerly awaiting the day when he would marry Isabella.
Today, the day has finally come when he can confidently promise Isabella his wedding.
Ottavio's father, Count Contarini, was furious when his sole heir, Ottavio, announced that he wanted to break off his engagement with Camellia de Castiglione and marry another woman.
The Count of Contarini had borrowed a large sum of money from the Baron of Castiglione as payment for the engagement, and upon the marriage, the money was to be given entirely to the Contarini family as Camellia's dowry.
Moreover, upon coming to the Contarini household, Camellia was to receive a portion of the profits of the Castileone family in her name for life.
“Are you crazy, Ottavio!”
“Since when has the great Contarini family been at the mercy of Barons for a pittance?”
It was too much money for a small sum. However, Count Contarini, who was a nobleman by birth, could not bring himself to say that and instead turned his son around and scolded him.
“There is faith and righteousness! Ottavio, don’t you feel sorry for your fiancée who missed her chance to get married because she only cared about you?”
“It’s less pitiful to break off the engagement now than to spend the rest of your life with a man you don’t even love!”
“Do you know how big a deal marriage is, you idiot! You piece of shit, just get married and then bring in a government!”
“She is too noble a woman to be a mere government!”
“Did you bring Princess Bianca of Taranto?”
Count Contarini, who would not give up his daughter-in-law Camellia for anyone less worthy than Bianca of Taranto, staggered by the scruff of his neck when he learned who this 'woman too noble to be a mere mistress' was.
“You’re going to marry Isabella de Mare! You’ve gone mad, Ottavio!”
His father came up with all sorts of reasons to object, but they fell on deaf ears.
“Isn’t she the woman who got kicked out of the house after sticking around with her sister's fiance?”
“If you insult noble Isabella, I cannot tolerate it even if you are my father!”
"What?"
- “Isabella never had anything to do with Cesare de Como, father!”
Not only had the facts been reconstructed, but even the title given to his close friend Cesare had been subtly changed.
He had no idea what the hell that fox was cooking his son for.
“I guess you have no choice but to allow it.”
“Why on earth are you so confident? Even though you are my only son, I...”
“There is my child inside her stomach!”
“...Oh my God.”
Count Contarini's mouth opened wide.
The fox not only had the power to melt a man's mind but also had physical attack power.
This was a terrible place. Isabella smiled, barely showing her teeth.
“You really went too far, Ariadne.”
But Ippolito didn't know the extent.
“Isn’t there any way to deal with it?”
He urged Isabella.
“You’re smart about that. Think about it.”
Ippolito went even further and grumbled.
“It’s been months since I told you to come up with some way to get rid of that Ariadne bitch, and you still haven’t figured out a way? You’re so incompetent...”
Isabella couldn't hold it in at this point and exploded in anger.
“Whatever the case may be! Brother, how many times have I told you to bring Ottavio de Contarini! How many times have I told you, and there’s still no word!”
“No, that’s...”
It's not that Ippolito didn't try. He kept looking for an opportunity.
But Ippolito had his allowance cut by Ariadne. And Ippolito was the type to buy his friends with money.
When Ippolito was no longer able to indulge in drinking and partying, the lesser men among his friends began to avoid him, and Ippolito began to feel intimidated.
From then on, even the guys among the remaining friends who didn't need to get something from Ippolito didn't invite Ippolito to their gatherings.
This is because he often has an inferiority complex and makes slips of the tongue.
“I’ll definitely bring him next time. I already brought what you asked me to bring.”
Ippolito took something out of his bosom. It was a brass barrel, dented and wrinkled here and there.
“But, what is this?”
Ippolito asked, placing the brass barrel on the table.
The identity of the brass barrel was none other than the black tea, 'Elixir of Love', that Leticia de Leonati had given her as a birthday present one day.
But Isabella had no intention of telling Ippolito all those details.
“You don’t know, brother!”
She quickly grabbed the brass bucket.
“I’m not some witch, and I can’t just kill Ariadne with this one thing! It’s not complete without Ottavio!”
“Oh, I see.”
Until the time when Ippolito was returning home in a daze, Isabella kept on giving her brother earnest advice.
“You have to bring it!”
Ippolito, who had not heard the secret of the brass barrel from Isabella, but had heard the reason why she was after Ottavio, questioned her.
“But does it have to be Ottavio? Can’t you bring someone else who’s decent enough?”
Ippolito thought that Isabella had chosen the most handsome and well-born of his friends.
Given Isabella's current condition, Ippolito thought it was not the time for her to be so picky.
But Isabella surprisingly answered very seriously.
“Of all the guys you could bring home, the only one who would abandon his fiancée and defy his parents is that guy.”
It's no good if he's the kind of guy who talks nonsense like running away naked and running away to love.
He had to accept Isabella with everything she had. In many ways, the only man who could do that was Ottavio.
And Isabella's eyes turned out to be a perfect fit.
***
“Isabella? What are you thinking?”
Isabella returned to the real world at Ottavio's call. She answered with a charming smile.
“I think back to when we first met at the convent.”
“Hahahahahaha!”
Ottavio was thrilled by the thought that his beloved felt the same way as he did. The world really couldn't be more beautiful.
The most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life, his first love, Isabella de Mare, was now his woman!
“Let’s get married soon.”
Ottavio had been eagerly awaiting the day when he would marry Isabella.
Today, the day has finally come when he can confidently promise Isabella his wedding.
Ottavio's father, Count Contarini, was furious when his sole heir, Ottavio, announced that he wanted to break off his engagement with Camellia de Castiglione and marry another woman.
The Count of Contarini had borrowed a large sum of money from the Baron of Castiglione as payment for the engagement, and upon the marriage, the money was to be given entirely to the Contarini family as Camellia's dowry.
Moreover, upon coming to the Contarini household, Camellia was to receive a portion of the profits of the Castileone family in her name for life.
“Are you crazy, Ottavio!”
“Since when has the great Contarini family been at the mercy of Barons for a pittance?”
It was too much money for a small sum. However, Count Contarini, who was a nobleman by birth, could not bring himself to say that and instead turned his son around and scolded him.
“There is faith and righteousness! Ottavio, don’t you feel sorry for your fiancée who missed her chance to get married because she only cared about you?”
“It’s less pitiful to break off the engagement now than to spend the rest of your life with a man you don’t even love!”
“Do you know how big a deal marriage is, you idiot! You piece of shit, just get married and then bring in a government!”
“She is too noble a woman to be a mere government!”
“Did you bring Princess Bianca of Taranto?”
Count Contarini, who would not give up his daughter-in-law Camellia for anyone less worthy than Bianca of Taranto, staggered by the scruff of his neck when he learned who this 'woman too noble to be a mere mistress' was.
“You’re going to marry Isabella de Mare! You’ve gone mad, Ottavio!”
His father came up with all sorts of reasons to object, but they fell on deaf ears.
“Isn’t she the woman who got kicked out of the house after sticking around with her sister's fiance?”
“If you insult noble Isabella, I cannot tolerate it even if you are my father!”
"What?"
- “Isabella never had anything to do with Cesare de Como, father!”
Not only had the facts been reconstructed, but even the title given to his close friend Cesare had been subtly changed.
He had no idea what the hell that fox was cooking his son for.
“I guess you have no choice but to allow it.”
“Why on earth are you so confident? Even though you are my only son, I...”
“There is my child inside her stomach!”
“...Oh my God.”
Count Contarini's mouth opened wide.
The fox not only had the power to melt a man's mind but also had physical attack power.
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