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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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[Excerpt]

After two long years, Soleia's husband had finally returned home. But he was not alone.

“Your Grace,” Soleia said, trying her best to maintain a calm tone, “welcome home. How were your travels?”

The man remained silent as he stared at her. 

“Oh,” the woman that Soleia's husband had brought back said. “I was just wondering where the servants were. No one has come to greet you since your return. Could you please help us bring―”

Orion tugged the woman back, protectively holding her in his embrace. His eyebrows furrowed as he glared at Soleia, his sudden action causing the woman to look confused at him.

“Orion?” she asked, her hands on his chest to steady herself. “What’s the matter?”

“That’s not a servant."  In one swift motion, he threw the sword out at Soleia, only to be stopped by a flash of scarlet and the coppery scent of blood.

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Prequel to Stolen by the Rebel King.

The Hidden King's Stolen Wife

Rafael quickly chuckled while his palms began to sweat. "Princess, I might have married you, but I'm certainly not a prince. Would we be living like this if I was?"

Soleia shook her head, disappointed. "Stop changing the subject, Prince Rafael Biroumand." Soleia bit her lip so hard it bled. "Did you find it funny to keep me in the dark?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Rafael said, the lie falling from his lips as easy as breathing. His tone was calm, but his heart was racing a mile a minute the moment he heard Soleia spit out his full name.

What he had feared since he saw his brothers appear uninvited had indeed come true. They must have whispered information in her ears, causing Soleia to come to this conclusion.

"You must be too tired," Rafael continued, keeping his voice low and reassuring. "I'm still the same man you know and love. Sir Ralph Byrone. You can call me a prince if you wish, but this changes nothing."

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