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My Disfigured Duke Husband Helps Me Plot My Revenge

A powerless woman’s worst nightmare is marrying someone against her will. When those who are supposed to protect her betray her in the vilest of ways, Leonor is forced to marry a Duke known for his cold nature and repulsive appearance. After a miserable childhood, it shouldn’t have been a surprise to her that her future was never truly in her hands in the first place. Duke Desmond de Montclair was nobody before the war. He garnered the King’s favor by doing the impossible in battle. Unfortunately, any achievement is eclipsed by his appearance and unbearable personality. In a kingdom that idolizes beauty, there is no room for someone like him. At first, Leonor finds life with the Duke to be what she’s used to - walking on eggshells and never speaking what’s truly in her heart. Eventually, things slowly start to change as the Duke learns about the horrors she faced while living with her family. His power becomes the key to her revenge. However, in a moment where she feels cornered, Leonor confesses to the Duke that she’s in love with someone else. The progress she has made with the Duke comes crashing down around her. Will her magic abilities be enough to convince the Duke not to throw her out? If she can make herself useful to him, perhaps she can gain his sympathy somehow…

QueenFrieza · Fantasy
Not enough ratings
306 Chs

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Dinner was soon given to the ducal couple and they sat at a solid oak table that had been pulled towards the fireplace by maids knowing that they were cold from travel and would likely prefer to be warm. 

Leonor had taken off her cloak and the outer dress she wore over her chemise. Because of her lack of clothing, being close to the fire was preferable. Desmond certainly preferred to be cold anyway. 

With how long the two of them had been together, she had noticed before that he was petrified of getting too close to flames. It was understandable considering all he had been through. 

With silent understanding, she tried to pick places to go with him far from fireplaces even if she was naturally a cold person. If it meant she had to cuddle up to her husband for heat rather than a fire, she wasn't so opposed. 

If she could always stand between him and flames, she certainly would.