_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

"Emma is the name." The redhead introduced herself with a wide smile, charging at Rhea with her hand held out.

Rhea stared at the offered hand for a few seconds longer than was polite, stunned by the forwardness of the woman in comparison to her more demure and collected co-workers.

Nevertheless, she took her hand and was rewarded with a firm, enthusiastic shake.

"It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Emma."

"Likewise, Lady..." She raised a brow in silent inquiry, her amber-coloured eyes gleaming with the ferocity of an emotion Rhea could not quite place.

"Miss Wellman," Rhea provided, her smile growing tight for just a second, but long enough that Emma's gaze narrowed in observation.

"Not a Lady then," Emma hummed, eyeing Rhea with an intensity that had her feeling even more naked than she was, draped in the thigh lenght satin robe.

"Yet I saw you in the company of Lady Caddington and Lady Partridge."

Duchy Of The Mad