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 Three
Frustration gnawed at Suzy. The missing seventy gold coins wouldn't disappear on their own. She craved answers, and the castle's outdated hierarchy seemed designed to bury them. Taking a deep breath, she straightened her posture and marched out of her chambers.
Her steps echoed down the grand hallway as she made her way towards the Steward's office. With a firm rap, she announced her arrival. A gruff voice boomed from within, "Enter!"
Suzy pushed open the door, revealing a cluttered office dominated by stacks of parchment and ledgers. Behind the towering desk sat Mr. Bradford, his brow furrowed in concentration as he scrutinized a document.
"Mr. Bradford," Suzy greeted him, her voice laced with a hint of forced cheerfulness. "I hope I'm not interrupting."
Mr. Bradford looked up, surprise flickering across his face. "Your Grace," he stammered, rising from his chair in a fluster. "What can I do for you?"