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 Six
The morning sun cast a pale light through the dusty windows of Viscount Conrad's study, highlighting the grim scene that remained. Ryan, his face etched with a night's worth of restless contemplation, stood before the desk where the tobacco box still lay. The air, however, had lost its cloying sweetness, replaced by a sterile smell that did little to alleviate the tension.
"The report, Thorne?" Ryan asked, his voice raspy from lack of sleep.
Thorne, his face equally grim, handed him a rolled-up parchment. "The doctor confirms arsenic poisoning, Your Grace. Traces were found in the Viscount's system."
Ryan's jaw clenched. Arsenic – a silent killer, a poison that could leave few outward signs. It fit the scene – an unassuming tea tray, a victim alone in his study.