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When powerless, unfavoured Princess Soleia was arranged to marry the newly titled Duke Orion Elsher, she assumed they would find love eventually.

Who knew that her father would send off her husband mere hours later to fight a war?

Soleia was left alone to deal with an impoverished fief, a crumbling estate, and spiteful, vindictive relatives of the Duke who all wished to see her gone. 

She couldn’t leave― there was nowhere else to go. Soleia desperately wanted her husband to return so he could offer her a helping hand. However, when he did, he returned with Elowyn, a woman he claimed was his true love. 

A woman hellbent on taking her place as the rightful Duchess, no matter what she had to do to get Soleia out of the way. 

Mistreated, misunderstood, and miserable, Soleia was eventually thrown out of the estate she helped build.

Fortunately, when one door closes, another one opens. Unknown to Soleia, a man more powerful than her husband had been watching her, waiting for the right time to snatch her into his gilded cage. Duke Elsher had been foolish to let go― but the crown prince of Raxuvia wouldn’t make the same mistake.

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Prequel to Stolen by the Rebel King.

The Hidden King's Stolen Wife

Rafael nearly choked on his spit. He stared flabbergasted at Elowyn, his eyes nearly bulging out of his skull.

The audacity of this woman! Previously, Rafael thought that she was maliciously stupid. Now, he understood that she was just stupidly malicious. She could've put in a little more effort in her act!

Soleia merely coldly laughed, a sarcastic snort that evidently held no joy nor humor.

"I'd rather not," she bluntly said. "Besides, I am sure there are other candidates who would be thrilled to be your maid of honor, such as Lucinda here."

Then, Soleia tightened her heels around Ralph as though he was a horse and she was riding him. Whatever grievances she had about him carrying her on his back were quickly erased when she was reminded of her own pathetic marriage― her husband was marrying another woman! To hell with propriety! There was no love between them, to begin with.

Ride