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Lord Holloway's Adored Lady: Climbing The Ranks After Divorce

Lady Rhea Montgomery, Countess of Riverian has the perfect life. A wonderful, powerful husband who rules his county with dignity and honour. Enough wealth to keep her dressed in the finest of silks and decked in jewels to enhance her radiant beauty. And people who love her as their beloved Countess. Life is perfect, until suddenly it isn't and Rhea loses everything to a woman younger and more capable. Becoming no one after being someone is almost too much to bear and just when Rhea resigns herself to her fate, along comes Lord Augustus Holloway, Duke of Ravenholm. Everything she has heard about the powerful and dangerous man says to stay away but his sweet fondness for her says otherwise. Augustus seduces Rhea into his frightening yet exciting world and leaves her questioning whether she could be someone without Lanon, and if her connection to him is worth the chaos it brings into her once peaceful life. Rhea had once been a merchant's daughter and then a Countess. If she played the game right, and she damn well will, she could become a Duchess or maybe even Queen. ____ Note: There is some confusion because of the language I use and the setting but please be aware that THIS IS NOT A HISTORICAL NOVEL. It's a mix between 19th/20th century society and values and modern day technological advances. Please keep that in mind so you don't go in with expectations that will not be met. If you're cool with that, go right ahead and enjoy.

_Balinor_ · Fantasía
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Rhea shuddered violently, her back against Augustus' chest, legs spread, and watery blue eyes watching the muscles in his arm ripple as he slowly fingered her.

"W-What is the point of this?" She whined, glaring up at him.

Augustus simply smiled, slow and drowsy because they had just woken up and that was the first thing his perverted mind could think to do.

"Enjoyment." His grin grew mischievous and she whimpered when his fingers curved, brushing against that spot inside her that always had her turning into a mess.

She buried her face into his bicep as she panted, taking in the soft floral scent of her body wash he had used last night

Rhea wanted, no, needed to orgasm and she feared if he did not get to it soon she would break down in sobs and beg or curse him and every single one of his long-fingered, firm-chested ancestors.

She went with the former.