Taming future Evil Husbands as a Baby Princess: Save ME!
Old people used to say—"Watch your mouth. Once a word leaves, it never comes back."
Nonsense, I thought. Pure, unadulterated nonsense.
At least, that’s what I thought before today.
Now, I’m sitting in an office that smells like pure disappointment, staring at a boss who can only be described as a fat, bald rhino.
And I mean it. Not a single strand of hair. Smooth. Shiny. Reflecting my bad decisions right back at me.
And the horn?
Judging by his face, it looked like the rhino tried climbing a mountain and got the horn stuck halfway.
Impossible, right?
Yeah, that’s what I thought too.
But look at this—today, a rhino is sitting in a chair, in an office, acting like he owns the world. Clearly, anything is possible.
Now, all of this was supposed to stay in my head. A thought. A private, safe, non-life-threatening thought.
But me? Why would I act normal? Why would I choose peace when I can personally ruin my entire life?
So, instead of walking out quietly, I said it.
"You fat rhino. I quit."
...
Ah. Beautiful. Truly, I had the aura of a domineering CEO.
Except for one small issue: I’m not the heroine of some high-end drama. There was no background music.
No slow-motion exit.
No hidden identity. Just me. A nuisance with no powerful family and no backup. If my ancestors could see me right now, they’d crawl out of their graves just to beat me up themselves.
But it’s fine. Because according to every story I’ve ever read, I just need to raise my fist, land one punch, and—Boom. He flies two buildings away and I become a local legend.
My fist landed. A solid, direct hit.
...
Why was the rhino not moving? Not even an inch?
New plan. There’s a door. There’s a security.
There’s exactly one decision left: Die or run.
So, obviously, I ran.
"Grab her!" That was the last thing I heard before everything turned into chaos.
I’m fast. I really am. Feet hitting the pavement, breath tearing out of my chest—I was doing great. I was surviving. I—
Wait. Weren’t there people chasing me? Why did it suddenly go quiet?
Their mouths were moving, but no sound came out. What kind of horror movie logic was this? And why were they looking at me like—
BAM.
Something hit me. My body lifted off the ground before crashing down hard enough to knock the soul out of my lungs.
Right. So that part wasn't just in the movies.
Damn. If I had known I was going to die like this, I would’ve at least shoved that novel straight down that old rhino’s throat before leaving.
Seven Years Later...
"Young Miss… would you be willing to marry me?"
"Shut up."
Isla didn’t even spare him a glance as she shoved the boy aside. He stumbled back, stunned, while another immediately stepped forward, far too eager.
"Miss, I think I’m the better choi—"
Slap.
The crisp sound cut through the air, leaving the second boy frozen, his cheek reddening under her palm.
"Both of you. Get lost."
Before the silence could settle, another rushed in, holding out a delicately wrapped box.
"Miss, here is a cake for you—"
"Get. Lost." Her voice dropped an octave, sharp enough to slice through his courage.
"The Young Miss only likes me!" another declared, pushing forward with ridiculous confidence.
"Miss, this is a doll for you—"
The voices overlapped. Gifts appeared one after another—cakes, dolls, trinkets—as if they thought piling offerings at her feet would win her over. In the middle of it all, Isla sat frozen.
Her face flushed a deep red—but not from embarrassment. Her fingers curled against her lap, nails digging into her skin.
What the hell is going on…?
Her gaze swept across them, sharp and almost feral.
Aren’t the male leads supposed to kill me?
Her jaw tightened.
Then why—God! How did I end up taming these crazy psychos?
