webnovel

Please be my Mrs Drama Queen

Webnovel 'Please Be My Mrs. Drama Queen' — [Winner Of Sep WPC] ~~~~~ [WARNING: USE OF STRONG LANGUAGE] Peony Hart, our female lead, also a novel writer, leads an overdramatic life wherever she goes. Even her marriage is no exception to that. On the day she married her fiancé, she found out that he had been cheating on her during their long distance relationship with her childhood enemy, Shyla. The day of her marriage registry became the day of her divorce signing. She screams, "Till the day I breathe, I will never marry a scumbag like you!" Enter the drama lead, Benedict Auguste , a drama lover who sniffs out dramas around the female lead. Whenever there is a drama, he will be present. His charismatic look is a polar opposite to his taste in soap operas. He is hot, smart, rich, good-looking and the CEO of the best drama production house, "Magnificent Entertainment", everything that you would like in an eligible bachelor but there is only one problem, he loves seeing real-life drama, especially drama related to our dear female lead, Peony. When the two meet again during her marriage/divorce signing, He kneels down to propose , "Will you please be my Mrs Drama Queen? " P.S. - Romance will come later, Revenge comes first. [ An absolute read for Drama Lovers ] Novel Cover Credit : THE_SWEET_SPARROW (Thank you so much ^^) Read my bio to know more about my socials. ^^ If you have read it this far, then I want to thank you (For considering my work, thank you for your endless support. I cherish you guys)

Stardust_Lyrics · Masa Muda
Peringkat tidak cukup
85 Chs

I should have protected you well

~~ City Hospital ~~

Benedict's heart pounded as he felt Peony's blood on his hands. His hands drenched in the fresh pool of Peony's blood held his breath. "Peony...", his arms shaking.

He scrambled for his phone, dialing emergency services with trembling fingers. His voice was shaky and desperate as he gave their location, pleading for an ambulance.

Firmly pressing his handkerchief against her head, "Hang in there, Peony. Please, just hang in there," he whispered, his voice breaking.

Minutes felt like hours as he waited, his eyes never leaving Peony's pale face. The rain continued.

He cradled her gently, his own tears mixing with the rain still dripping from his hair. The ambulance's siren pierced the night, a glimmer of hope amidst the chaos.