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[WSA 2024 ENTRY]


[WARNING: MATURE CONTENTS
AND SLOW BURN]
Suzy, a 21st century real estate agent woman, 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, by the book, calculating Duke, Ryan.

As a mysterious figure surfaces, threatening the kingdom, Ryan is tasked on investigating the happenings around. Suzy uncovers a web of secrets that challenge everything she thought she knew about Cassandra. Can they solve the historical puzzle while facing their growing feelings for each other (the Duke who is already becoming head over heels for her) in a world determined to keep them apart?

Dive into this captivating slow-burn romance woven with historical intrigue and suspenseful mystery.

[SPOILER: He fell first, fell harder, fell madder and she fell later.]

My Bratty Wife

Ryan's heart ached for her. He could see the fear in her eyes, the terror of the unknown. He wanted to reassure her, to tell her that everything would be alright, but he knew that it was a lie. The danger was real, and they were running out of time.

Suddenly, the Viscountess clutched her stomach, her face contorted in pain. She gasped for air, her body trembling violently.

"She's having a seizure," Ryan said, his voice filled with urgency.

The Viscountess collapsed to the floor, her body convulsing. Ryan rushed to her side, his heart pounding in his chest. He could feel her pulse weakening, her breathing shallow.

"Call the doctor," he shouted, his voice filled with panic.

Thorne, who had been standing in the corner, rushed to get help. Ryan knelt beside the Viscountess, trying to keep her calm. He held her hand, his touch a source of comfort.

But it was too late. The Viscountess's body went limp, her breathing stopped. She was dead.

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