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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)

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Please Don't Return

~~ Morris Garden ~~

"Peony, wait," Benedict called, racing to catch up to her.

Peony turned, her eyes filled with tears. "What is it? I have to leave."

"Come with me. It's an order," Benedict insisted, his voice urgent.

Benedict guided Peony to a secluded bench nestled among the lush foliage of Morris Garden. The soft glow of a nearby lamp illuminated the flowers glistening in the night. The air was filled with the scent of rain and damp earth, carried by a gentle, chilly breeze.

"Sit here," Benedict said, guiding her gently to the bench, his touch both firm and comforting.

"What is it now?" Peony asked, her voice wavering with a mix of anxiety and concern.

With a calm demeanour, Benedict reached into his blazer pocket, retrieving a bandage as he carefully removed Peony's heels.

"W-what a-are you doing, Benedict? What if someone sees us?" Peony's worry heightened.