My Bratty Wife
Chapter 89 - Eighty Nine

Chapter 89: Chapter Eighty Nine

Warning: Snippets of sexual indulgences present in this Chapter. If you are not comfortable with it please skip .

Ryan arrived at Count Edmund’s manor, his heart filled with anticipation of seeing Suzy. He had been away for a few days, and he was eager to reunite with her.

He sent Davis to fetch Doris, his mind already picturing the moment he would see Suzy. He imagined her smile, her laughter, and the warmth of her presence.

Davis knocked on Suzy’s door, and after a moment, Doris opened it. Her face, usually filled with warmth, was now etched with a look of surprise.

"His Grace is here," Davis said, his voice low. " He requests your presence."

Doris nodded, her mind racing. Why is the Duke here and of all time for him to come and pick his wife, he had to come now that she’s not at home.

"I’ll be right there," she replied, her voice steady.

As she closed the door, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of dread. She knew that Ryan was going to have her killed when he found out that Suzy was not there and it might get worse when he finds out where she is and she would probably be buried when he finds out about the provocative clothing she wore.

She joined Ryan outside, her face pale. "Your Grace," she began, her voice trembling slightly.

He nodded, his eyes scanning the hallway. "Where is the duchess?" he asked, his voice low.

Doris hesitated, her mind racing. She knew that Ryan would be furious if he found out that Suzy had left the manor late at night.

"She’s asleep," she replied, her voice trembling slightly.

Ryan’s smile faded a little, replaced by a look of concern. "Oh! Alright then, I’ll see her in her room," he said, his voice firm.

Doris nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew that she was in trouble, but she had no choice. She had to protect Suzy, no matter what the cost.

As Ryan turned to leave, his eyes met Doris’s, and he could see the fear in her eyes. Something was wrong, and he knew it.

"Is something wrong?" He asked, his voice low and cautious.

Doris hesitated, her eyes darting between Ryan and Davis. "No, Your Grace," she replied, her voice trembling slightly.

Ryan’s smile faded completely, replaced by a cold and dangerous look. "She’s not sleeping," he said, his voice firm. "Where is she?"

Doris hesitated again, her fear evident. "I...I don’t know," she stammered, her voice barely audible.

Ryan’s patience was wearing thin. "Doris," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "Tell me where she is, or you won’t be serving your lady again."

Doris dropped to her knees, her fear overwhelming her. "She went out with Noah," she confessed, her voice trembling.

Ryan’s mind raced. Suzy had gone out in the middle of the night with Noah? What could they possibly be doing?

"Where did they go?" he demanded, his voice filled with anger.

Doris hesitated again, unsure of how to tell him the truth. "They went to... to the Red Door," she finally managed to say.

Ryan’s heart sank. The Red Door was a notorious pleasure house, a place where the kingdom’s elite went to indulge their darkest desires. What was She doing there?

His mind raced as he tried to understand why Suzy would go to such a place.

"Why would she go there?" he asked, his voice filled with disbelief.

Doris shook her head, her face filled with fear. "I don’t know," she replied, her voice trembling. "She just told me to dress her as a pleasure worker."

Anger and fear consumed him. He had to find her and bring her back to Carleton before she gets into trouble. He turned to Davis, who had been listening to the conversation with growing concern.

"Prepare a horse for me," he ordered, his voice filled with urgency. "I am going to the Red Door."

The sound of the commotion drew Count Edmund and Countess Helene outside. They were surprised to see Ryan standing outside their home at such an early hour.

Count Edmund plastered a fake smile on his face. "Your Grace," he greeted, his voice dripping with false cordiality. "What brings you here at this hour?"

Ryan ignored his question, his focus on finding Suzy. "Where is my wife?" he demanded, his voice low and dangerous.

Countess Helene stepped forward, her face a mask of innocence. "Cassandra should be asleep by now," she replied, her voice filled with feigned concern.

Ryan’s eyes narrowed. He knew they were lying. "I want to see her," he said, his voice firm.

Countess Helene hesitated, her eyes darting between Ryan and Doris. She realized that Suzy had done something to elicit his anger and he has gotten hold of her negligence.

"Doris," Ryan ordered, his voice low. "Get the duchess’s belongings. Davis will take you back to Carleton."

Doris, terrified of the consequences, nodded and rushed inside to gather Suzy’s things.

As Davis brought the horse around, Ryan turned to face the Count and Countess, his eyes filled with anger. "I suggest you start praying to God," he warned, his voice low and menacing. "Because if I don’t find her or I should see a single scratch on her body, you’ll find yourselves in a world of trouble."

With that, he mounted his horse and rode off into the night.

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The carriage pulled up to a grand establishment, its exterior bathed in an inviting warm glow. The sign above read "The Red House" in elegant script. Suzy’s heart pounded in her chest as she stepped out of the carriage, Noah’s hand offering a steady support.

"Be careful, Your Grace" Noah whispered, his voice filled with concern. " I’ll watch you from a distance, so as to not cause attention to yourself." Noah said, his voice firm. "If you need anything, just give me a signal."

Suzy nodded, her eyes filled with determination. "I know," she replied.

As she stepped onto the ground, she took a moment to assess the situation. The building was imposing, its red brick facade a stark contrast to the darkness of the night. People were coming and going, their faces hidden in the shadows.

She took a deep breath and stepped into the building, Noah’s gaze following her every move. As the door closed behind her, she was enveloped in a wave of heat and noise. The air was thick with the smell of alcohol and sweat, and the music was deafening.

People were dancing and drinking, their bodies moving in a frenzy. She saw couples in various stages of intimacy.

First at the corner of the room, was a portly old man sitting on a chair, legs wide open as he held a fist hair of a young lady kneeling in the middle gagging on what seemed to be choking her. His unpleasant moans made Suzy feel sick to her stomach.

Another one sat at another corner booth drinking to stupor ordering two women who were totally unclothed to make love to each other with the promise of rewarding the last one standing. He seemed to be enjoying the moans the young ladies were eliciting.

" Please stop, I can’t take it anymore." Screamed one, her face plastered with pleasure as the other woman bit her nipples, her fingers pumping in and out of her colleague vagina. Succumbing to her orgasm, she fell on the floor shaking vigorously as she squirted all over the floor.

Suzy moved through the crowd, feeling disgusted. These are ’ happily married men’ who were supposed to be in the arms of their wives. These men were the kingdom’s elite, nobles. The people who were supposed to be setting an example for the rest of society.

She made her way to the bar, hoping to find someone who could help her. A man with a predatory look in his eyes approached her, his hand resting on her arm.

"Looking for a good time, sweetheart?" he asked, his voice laced with sleaze.

Suzy ignored him, her gaze fixed on the bartender. "I’m looking for Mr. Hugh," she said, her voice steady.

The man’s grip tightened around her arm. "Do you need money?" he asked, his breath stinks of alcohol and his voice low. "I’ll pay you double of what you charge. I need you to pleasure me the whole night long. You look pure and I love me a sweet pure woman."

Suzy pulled her arm away, her eyes flashing with anger. "I’m not interested in whatever you are saying so please leave me alone." she replied, her voice firm as she turned to the bartender . "I just want to find Mr. Hugh."

"Are you looking for a job?" The bartender asked, his voice low. "We could always use more girls, especially for the VIP section."

Suzy raised an eyebrow. "Not interested," she replied, her voice firm. "I need to speak with Mr. Hugh."

The man’s eyes narrowed. "What do you want with him?" he asked, his voice filled with suspicion.

Suzy hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. "It’s personal," she said finally as she toss a small pouch of gold coins towards him.

The man studied the pouchfor a moment, weighing the coins in his hands, then nodded. "Follow me," he said, leading her through a hidden door.