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 Thirty Nine
As dusk painted the sky in hues of orange and purple, Suzy clutched the finished guest list and the report for the ball. "Doris," she called out, her voice echoing through the vast hallway.
"Yes, Milady?" Doris appeared beside her.
"Is Ryan in his study?" Suzy inquired, a flicker of nervousness in her voice.
Doris' lips curved into a knowing smile. "Indeed, Milady. It hasn't been long His Grace entered ."
Suzy's stomach did a little flip-flop. Not wanting to repeat the lingerie incident, a memory that still made her cheeks burn, she hurried towards her room.
"Quick, Doris! Help me change," she pleaded, divesting herself of her nightdress in a flurry of activity. "Something appropriate, but not… well, you know."
Doris chuckled, her warm brown eyes twinkling with amusement. "Of course, Milady. A simple gown, perhaps?