_Balinor_

Lady Rhea Montgomery, Countess of Riverian has the perfect life.
A wonderful, powerful husband who rules his county with dignity and honour. Enough wealth to keep her dressed in the finest of silks and decked in jewels to enhance her radiant beauty. And people who love her as their beloved Countess.
Life is perfect, until suddenly it isn't and Rhea loses everything to a woman younger and more capable.
Becoming no one after being someone is almost too much to bear and just when Rhea resigns herself to her fate, along comes Lord Augustus Holloway, Duke of Ravenholm.
Everything she has heard about the powerful and dangerous man says to stay away but his sweet fondness for her says otherwise.
Augustus seduces Rhea into his frightening yet exciting world and leaves her questioning whether she could be someone without Lanon, and if her connection to him is worth the chaos it brings into her once peaceful life.
Rhea had once been a merchant's daughter and then a Countess. If she played the game right, and she damn well will, she could become a Duchess or maybe even Queen.

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Note: There is some confusion because of the language I use and the setting but please be aware that THIS IS NOT A HISTORICAL NOVEL.
It's a mix between 19th/20th century society and values and modern day technological advances.
Please keep that in mind so you don't go in with expectations that will not be met.
If you're cool with that, go right ahead and enjoy.

Lord Holloway's Adored Lady: Climbing The Ranks After Divorce

The sound of ripping fabric pierced the quiet night air as Rhea's sword came down on the pillow.

Alice screamed as she startled awake and she immediately tore the pink fluffy sleep mask off her face. She gave a frightened shudder when her eyes fell on Rhea's figure.

"Oh no. Please no. Don't hurt my baby," the younger woman pleaded desperately, tears already trailing down her cheeks.

"I am not here for you," Rhea assured with a softening gaze that fell on the small swell housing the only innocent person in the room.

Then she remembered the devil that had fathered the innocent and turned her attention to the man she had dedicated her life to.

Lonan was as pale as his destroyed sheets, and he trembled even harder than the mother of his child. His eyes grew comically wide when he noticed she was looking at him.

When The Bough Breaks