The Hidden King's Stolen Wife

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. *** [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. *** Prequel to Stolen by the Rebel King.

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Chapter 1

"I refuse."

Everyone present in the throne room collectively sucked in a gasp of air through their teeth. Their eyes were wide as they stared at the audacious man, the newly titled Duke Orion Elsher. His bright red hair shone like a halo under the lights as he stood proud and tall before the king with an unwavering gaze.

At that very moment, he seemed more like royalty than King Godwin despite his lack of noble blood.

Meanwhile, Princess Soleia could only hide a grimace at her father's reaction. Her father also had red on him, but it was all over his face, making him look like a rowdy drunkard.

"You―"

"I will not marry Princess Soleia," Duke Elsher said once more, rudely cutting in before the king could say anything. "If I marry, I will marry for love."

"General― I mean, Your Grace," the king's advisor, Aldous, said nervously. "With all due respect, this is a blessing offered by His Majesty. Princess Soleia is a fine young woman."

"If she's as fine as you claim, then I am the one unworthy of her hand," Duke Elsher said without sparing her a second glance, his voice flat with disinterest. "I urge Your Majesty to reconsider."

Princess Soleia stared at Duke Elsher with a faint look of hurt in her eyes. She wasn't as beautiful as her sisters, and her lack of magical ability was common knowledge, but it was still humiliating to be rejected without a second thought.

Especially by a man who wasn't even born into nobility to begin with!

Duke Orion Elsher was previously known as General Orion Elsher. Her father had granted him the title of Duke after General Elsher had slayed an incoming dragon protecting the kingdom's borders, but his lands were poor and remote, and his coffers were empty.

Such a man should have jumped at the chance to marry a princess no matter how powerless, instead of rejecting the king's kind offer.

If everyone had been shocked before, they would have been at their wit's end. Soleia's eyes darted to her father, who seemed two seconds away from executing the newly titled duke for his blatant disrespect.

She had to stop that at all costs. If her father killed Duke Elsher, there would be no peace among the commoners.

Soleia stepped forward and stood next to the duke. This close, she could feel the heat radiating off his body. She chanced a quick look at his face, her heart racing at the sharp line of his jaw.

He was a very handsome man. It would be a shame if his head were to roll because of his impudence. Out of all the choices she had for a husband, he wasn't the worst. Besides, royal weddings took months of planning. She had time to savor her freedom.

"Father, I'm sure the Duke is simply overwhelmed with your offer and spoke without thinking," Soleia said demurely, "Duke Elsher had been used to life at the border, giving his life to fight for this kingdom. Matrimony must not have crossed his mind, but I believe that he will be glad to embrace wedding life― if not for himself, then for his loved ones."

She then turned and looked at him. "Isn't that right, Duke Elsher?"

Orion Elsher's eyebrow twitched violently, and he gnashed his teeth as he turned to glare at Princess Soleia.

Everything from her luminous skin to her blonde hair and sweet green eyes raised his hackles. This close, he could smell the sweet scent of her hair, enticing him to step closer. If they had met in other circumstances, he might have been tempted to court her.

But she was the king's daughter, one of those spoiled princesses who did nothing but embroider all day while thousands were slogging outside the castle walls. She probably never suffered a single hardship in her life. This woman was simply a tool for her father to use, in a bid to keep him obedient.

He would rather die than agree to be shackled to one for the rest of his life. He hated women like her― pretty dolls who were good for nothing but spitting out sweetly venomous words.

And her words were venomous as they were polite. She had brought up his loved ones. While Orion had long been ready to walk into hell, he would never drag his family down with him.

His ailing mother still wanted a cute grandchild to dote on, while his younger sister wanted to marry well.

With that in mind, he could only give a sharp jerky nod of acquiescence. "I had misspoken earlier. I believe Princess Soleia would be an... adequate wife."

Perhaps he would die before the royal wedding took place.

Soleia also pasted a beatific smile on her face. Adequate. Such high praise from her future husband.

King Godwin's face soon returned to its original color. "In that case, the wedding shall proceed immediately. We have wasted enough daylight. Summon the Holy Priest!"

Soleia's eyes bugged out in surprise, and Orion was equally stunned. Both of them had not expected their marriage to happen so quickly.

"Father? How could this be―!" Soleia exclaimed, but her words fell on deaf ears. She was forced to change into one of her sister's rejected wedding gowns, while her maid Lily frantically styled her hair.

In no time at all, she was ushered to the church, and in front of her stood Duke Orion, clad in a new cloak.

The Holy Priest began to speak.

"We are gathered here today to witness the joining of hearts and minds..."

Under the candlelight, Orion Elsher's harsh features almost looked softer, more tender. Perhaps this marriage wouldn't be awful, Soleia thought to herself. They had their entire lives to get to know each other. Maybe she could share some of her ideas with him...

Lost in her musings, she failed to notice when the priest prompted her.

"Princess Soleia? Princess Soleia? Do you wish to take Duke Orion Elsher as your husband?"

"...Yes, I do," Soleia said hastily, the back of her ears burning with embarrassment, shooting her new husband a sheepish smile.

Orion's eyebrow twitched with irritation.

This princess was the one who pushed for the marriage, but she couldn't even pay attention to him during their blasted wedding ceremony!

Meanwhile, uncaring of the couple's emerging turmoil, the guests erupted into boisterous cheers. Her father thudded his cane on the floor in approval.

"And now I pronounce you man and wife. You may now kiss the bride."

Soleia stepped forward. However, she subtly raised an eyebrow when she noticed that instead of matching her pace, Duke Elsher had stepped back instead. It was small enough a step to not be noticeable by those who were seated a distance away, but people who were near - such as the king - could clearly see him retreat as though she was a vicious beast.

Some snickered, hidden behind their hands and fans, while others looked on with mockery in their eyes.

Nevertheless, Soleia held her head tall. She took an even bigger step forward and cupped the back of the Duke's neck, bringing him down to her height while she stood on the tips of her toes.

As he was stunned by her brazen actions, he was surprisingly easy to move, causing the newly wedded couple's lips to meet in a kiss.

While Soleia wished some sparks flew between them much like her sisters had told her, there was none. Duke Elsher's lips were cold and unmoving. Quickly enough, Soleia felt a sharp prick on her lips, causing her to drop her hold on him and stumble back in pain.

She touched her lips gently, withdrawing them to see that there was a small red stain on her fingertips.

Blood.

Orion Elsher had bit her!

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Warning: This book contains a large number of very hot adult scenes! "Look at the state of you, my little she-wolf," his voice was low and full of menace, like sandpaper scraping across my nerves. "You got this wet just from that?" Then he pressed a hard kiss to my knuckles. Fuck! His rough tongue slid across my slender finger bones, tasting the salty sweat and fear on my skin. A violent tremor shot through my whole body. A moan I couldn't suppress slipped from between my lips. "Ah. Sebastian." I felt my thighs rubbing together on their own, that damn traitorous movement making my pussy clench so tight I nearly came. Yes, that's it, you desperate little bitch. I cursed myself in my mind. He flipped my hand over, his thumb pressing hard-almost punishingly-into the sensitive skin on the inside of my wrist. My pulse pounded there beneath his palm like it was going mad. "This is beating so hard," he whispered, his breath hot against my skin, "is it beating for me, Seraphina? Tell me." Then he took one of my fingers into his damn hot, wet mouth. Oh God. His rough tongue swirled, rubbed, scraped along the skin of my finger, warm saliva soaking every inch. And his eyes never left me-fixing on me like a beast locking onto prey. He sucked softly at first, then suddenly with force. That rhythm. Fuck, he was fucking my finger with his mouth. "Are you using this to fuck my mouth, Seraphina?" He let my finger go with a filthy pop, seeing straight through my thoughts. "Imagine this is my cock. Does it feel good, you filthy little she-wolf?" My back arched uncontrollably, like the lowest kind of whore silently inviting him. A broken, shameful whimper escaped my throat. "Good. so good." My scent thickened, wild floral heat and lust filling the air, swallowing the last of my reason. I could feel the terrifying restraint in his body cracking apart. He wanted to hear me moan his name as I came. He wanted to bury himself inside my soaked, empty heat until I could feel nothing except his violent thrusts. He moved to my middle finger, giving it the same obscene, thorough attention. His tongue circled wickedly at the base, then pushed deep, sucking hard as if tasting the sweetest honey. Fuck! My hips jerked upward without control. My other hand dug into the carpet, knuckles white, vision dissolving in the storm of desire swallowing me whole. "I need you. to fill my pussy, Sebastian." -- I grew up as a human in a wolf pack, but ironically, I ended up becoming the mate of the pack's Alpha. I thought I would fit perfectly into the wolves' world-until the day I caught my Alpha mate tangled with another she-wolf in the back seat of a car. With trembling hands, I tricked him into signing the divorce papers-silently swearing revenge. But they didn't stop. His mother sent thugs to destroy me. His mistress tried to erase me. Even my coworkers wanted to use me. That night, I nearly lost my life. Until Alpha Sebastian found me-cold, ruthless, unmatched. He said he didn't need a mate. But he protected me like a mate. Touched me like a mate. Looked at me like a mate, as if I already belonged to him. I tried to resist his approach. I didn't want to make the same mistake twice. Wolves would never accept a human mate. But whenever he came near me, whenever those scorching hands reached for me, I always hungered for him-wanted more-yet I was done with promises. Until I discovered that my past was not simple at all-and Sebastian had his own reasons for approaching me-

Action Romance Werewolf

8.5

I Married My Ex-Fiancé's Ruthless Older Brother

8.5

I was a Vitiello, sold to the Morettis to secure an alliance. For five years, I quietly loved Dante, counting down the minutes until our wedding at St. Patrick's Cathedral. But it ended with a single text three minutes before the ceremony. "Stay at the apartment. Sofia is awake. Don't make a scene." His ex-girlfriend, the love of his life, had woken from a coma with no memory. Just like that, I was erased. For thirty days, I waited in the shadows while Dante played hero to a woman who didn't remember him. He told me he was protecting her fragile mind. But then I found the truth. I stood outside the doctor's office and heard Dante refuse a treatment that would restore Sofia's memory. "If she remembers, she might leave again," Dante told the doctor. "Elena will wait. She's a good soldier. Let me have my fantasy." He wasn't protecting her. He was keeping her broken to feed his ego, banking on my submission. He thought I was furniture he could put in storage. He was wrong. I didn't go back to the apartment. Instead, I dialed a number every made man in New York feared. "Matteo," I said to Dante's lethal older brother, the King of the underworld. "I am done waiting. I want to be a Moretti bride. But not Dante's."

Action Modern Romance

8.9

KISS ME KILL ME;HIS ENEMY HIS OBSESSION

8.9

In the shadow of a lethal rivalry, a ruthless mafia heir finds himself consumed by a dangerous obsession with the one person he is sworn to destroy. As their blood-soaked worlds collide, a volatile romance ignites between these two enemies, blurring the line between hatred and desire. Every kiss is a gamble and every touch carries a threat of betrayal. In a high-stakes game of power and revenge, will their lethal attraction lead to salvation or a final, fatal end?

Action Mafia Romance

9.7

Mafia's Captive Desire

9.7

He leaned in, inhaling her sweet scent as his hands traveled from her back to her waist, and then down to her thigh. She felt her breath hitch as she let out a small gasp. "We shouldn't be doing this." She said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Then tell me to stop." His voice was low, daring, as his fingers traced slow circles on her skin. *** Lucy had always lived life on her own terms, until the night everything changed. One moment, she was free; the next, she was bound to Barry Cooper, a cold, dangerous man who ruled the underworld with an iron fist. She never expected to be trapped in a world of power struggles, deceit, and unspoken desires. But as the lines between captor and captive blur, Lucy realizes she's caught in a deadly game, one where trust is a luxury and survival is not guaranteed. Will she escape the ruthless mobster who owns her... or will she become his greatest obsession?

Action Adventure Mafia

8.9

REBORN AS A RUTHLESS HEIRESS

8.9

Betrayed by those she loved most, Celeste Lancaster an adopted daughter of the prestigious Lancaster family meets a tragic end in what appears to be a fatal accidents. But it wasn't fate. It was murder, orchestrated by her own fiancé and her best friend. She is pushed off a bridge, her screams is swallowed by the cold night, while Noah the man she thought loved her watches without remorse. Celeste wakes up five years in the past, the day before her engagement to Noah Harrington is to be announced. Now armed with painful memories and hardened resolve, she's no longer the meek, trusting heiress. No more playing the perfect daughter or devoted fiancée. This time, she's prepared to destroy everyone who ever plotted against her, by going with a deadly revenge. Instead of accepting Noah's proposal, she humiliate him in front of the media by rejecting his proposal leaving high society stunned. Then she went ahead to propose a marriage contract to the enigmatic, untouchable and powerful billionaire, Damien Cross in exchange for power and protection. He once admired her from afar, but now she offers him something he can't refuse. However, Celeste soon learns that Damien has secrets of his own, he knows things about her death that no one should. And her rebirth is not just a twist of fate. Someone wanted her back. And the more Celeste uncovers, the more she realizes her past wasn't just about betrayal, it was a carefully constructed web of lies. Her identity, her inheritance, even her death... all were manipulated for someone else's gain. As Celeste tears through the veils of lies, manipulations, and betrayal, she unveils a shocking truth: she is not just an adopted daughter, she is the rightful heir to an empire far more powerful and dangerous than the Lancasters ever let her believe. Revenge is no longer just her goal. It's survival. And love... might just be her most dangerous weapon.

Action Billionaire Romance

7.4

REVENGE OF THE UGLY WIFE

7.4

Mathilda had to taste the bitterness of life when she was forced into marriage with a young and powerful CEO named Fredric. From the very first day, her life turned into a living nightmare. She endured endless humiliation, emotional abuse, and cold indifference from the man who was supposed to be her husband. To him, Mathilda was nothing more than a burden-someone to display in public, then discard once the cameras were gone. Despite her pain, Mathilda tried to hold onto hope. She told herself that someday Fredric would see her true worth, that love might grow where only resentment lived. But fate had other plans. One night, an accident shattered everything. The car crash left behind twisted metal, fire, and smoke-and the world believed Mathilda was dead. Fredric never looked back. He moved on, unbothered, as if her existence had been erased. The company held a brief memorial, the press covered the tragedy for a day or two, and then her name vanished into silence. But Mathilda wasn't dead. She woke up in a remote hospital, broken but alive. Her body was scarred, her spirit nearly destroyed-but her heart burned with something new: vengeance. Every wound became a promise. Every scar, a reminder of the life that had been stolen from her. For months, she planned in secret-building herself again, piece by piece. The world would soon see a different woman, stronger, more beautiful, untouchable. When Mathilda finally returned, she was no longer the fragile wife Fredric once despised. She had become his greatest fear-a ghost of his past, walking in heels, wrapped in elegance and power. And this time, she wouldn't ask for love. She would demand retribution.

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The Hidden King's Stolen Wife

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