My Bratty Wife
[WARNING: MATURE CONTENTS AND SLOW BURN] Suzy, a modern-day real estate agent, finds herself inexplicably transported to a ruthless noble family in a bygone era. Thrust into the role of the ostracized Cassandra, Suzy grapples with navigating courtly intrigue and a loveless arranged marriage to a cold, calculating Duke, Ryan. As a mysterious figure surfaces, threatening the kingdom, Suzy uncovers a web of secrets that challenge everything she thought she knew. Can she solve the historical enigma while facing her growing feelings for the stoic Duke in a world determined to keep them apart? Dive into this captivating slow-burn romance woven with historical intrigue and suspenseful mystery. [PS: He fell first, fell harder and fell madder.]
Chapter Forty
Sunlight streamed through the high windows of Ryan's study, casting a warm glow on the carefully organized papers spread across his desk. He carefully scanned the guest list and the ball account Suzy had presented the previous night. A grudging admiration tugged at the edges of his stoicism. Suzy, despite her stubbornness and annoying attitude, had carefully planned the event. The guest list was complete, the finances in order, and a clear vision for the decorations and entertainment was outlined.
"Impressive," he murmured to himself, a flicker of surprise crossing his features. He hadn't expected such thoroughness, especially in his absence. Perhaps, his harsh judgments about Suzy needed some… revision.
Just then, a soft knock on the door interrupted his train of thought. "Enter," he called out curtly.
The door creaked open, and Davis entered the room. He held a small silver tray, on which rested two sealed letters.