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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

"Hold me―? I know how to hold someone else!" Orion spluttered, his face turning red at the suggestion. He thought of Ralph coming over to embrace him, and the image sent his skin crawling at the very idea.

Orion glanced down at his sleeping wife. Soleia lay there peacefully, not a furrow in her brow or even a crease at the corner of her lips. She was as still as a porcelain doll, unmoving, serene. But it was because of that, Orion felt his body hesitate.

He swallowed the bile in his throat, his Adam's apple moving up and down. Meanwhile, Rafael rolled his eyes.

"If you're unwilling to, I am more than happy to take your place," Rafael said, quirking one eyebrow up. "Contrary to popular belief, simply sharing a bed doesn't mean your skin will touch."

Foreign Dignitaries in Disguise