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Webnovel 'Please Be My Mrs. Drama Queen' — [Winner Of Sep WPC]

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[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)

Please be my Mrs Drama Queen

~~ Magnificent Entertainment ~~

As the hours ticked away, Benedict found himself consumed by worry.

"What's keeping her for so long?" he pondered aloud, a furrow forming on his brow.

Timmy, sensing the tension, quipped, "Trouble in paradise, Ben? Worried about Ms. Jessica?"

Benedict shot him a glance, attempting to conceal his concern. "No, I'm not. Don't you have work? Or should I arrange your transfer to Piranha Island?"

"I'm out," Timmy retorted with a sly grin. "But who knows, this might be the last hour for your secretary."

As Timmy made his exit, Benedict's unease was heightened.

"Why is it taking her so long? Has she fallen into some trap? No, Benedict, you brought her here; now you're responsible for her safety."

Seconds stretched like eternity, and Benedict, succumbing to impatience, muttered, "Forget it! I need to see for myself what's going on."

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