Sister, I'm the Queen This Life (330 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 486

I, San Carlo—or rather, the entire Kingdom of Etruria—was cursing Isabella for causing the Crown Prince’s consort to miscarry, yet Cesare alone could not join in that condemnation.

Isabella had done exactly what he truly wanted: she had bought him time so that his Ariadne would never leave him forever.

If that child had grown strong in her womb and been born as Alfonso’s legitimate heir, Cesare would have faced not only tenfold political headaches but also a far more fundamental question he would have had to ask himself.

Fortunately, thanks to Isabella, he could instead ask himself a somewhat milder version of that question—yet even that was unbearably painful to Cesare’s fragile ego.

‘Can I… really hold Ariadne, who once carried Alfonso’s child?’

It was a fantasy entirely unrelated to Ariadne’s own wishes—a delusion of his alone. Yet to him, it was the most crucial dilemma in the world right now.

Ever since Ariadne’s miscarriage became widely known in high society, this thought alone had occupied Cesare’s mind.

Cesare himself was as far removed from purity as the distance between the Prinoiak Mountains and Midsummer’s Day.

The women he had been with were no different; he had pulled widows and married women into his bed without hesitation, let alone virgins.

Yet that did not mean Grand Duke Cesare was entirely indifferent to a woman’s past—in fact, quite the opposite.

It had only been possible precisely because he intended to discard those other women after a single encounter. With a woman he’d see for no more than a month or two, her purity mattered no more than her family name or education.

“Ha….”

Until now, he had always been the one inflicting harm on others. He had shattered households by seducing married women and stolen tears from innocent maidens by taking their virginity.

The women who met him, dreaming briefly of a dazzling life, likely suffered afterward—either from lovesickness or the delusion that they’d done something wrong and missed their chance—as soon as they returned to their ordinary worlds. But he didn’t care.

Cesare hadn’t tormented only women; the next men those women would meet were also victims.

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