_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

Rhea awoke from her beauty sleep to the feeling of fingers running through her hair and massaging her scalp.

A small noise left her as she stretched, startling the fingers to a stop, and her eyes slid open to meet her assailant's.

"Good morning, my winter rose. How was your not-so-little nap?" Augustus teased with a gentle tug at Rhea's hair, dishevelled from how thoroughly she had slept.

Hit by embarrassment, she startled up from the small bed and began smoothing down her hair as best as she could without a mirror in sight.

"Are you in the habit of staring creepily at your partners while they sleep?" She whined, giving up on fixing what he had already seen in favour of glaring him down.

"Only the pretty ones," the dark-haired man responded with a proud smirk and then kissed the pout off her lips.

The Grand Duke Comes Home