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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

"Sister!" Soleia said, her body instantly straightening in surprise. Ralph let go rather unwillingly, and once she was free, she rushed as carefully as she could into Bellaflor's arms.

"What has happened to your arms?" Bellaflor asked, her eyebrows knitted together as she examined Soleia's wrists. She then sharply turned to Florian. "Did you do this?"

"I thought she was a thief!" Florian weakly tried to defend himself. In front of Bellaflor, he acted no more than a tortoise eager to hide in its shell.

"He thought I was a palace maid," Soleia said, her eyelids ticking with grievance. "And proceeded to harass me."

"He did what?!" Rafael jumped, only backing down when Bellaflor raised a hand to signal him. He glowered, standing right behind Soleia like a guard dog, occasionally turning around to stare at Prince Florian. If looks could kill, he would be six feet under already.

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