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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
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325 Chs

Drunk Logic

Leonor's mind returned to the books she read where, whenever fellatio was mentioned, it was called dirty despite everyone in the books participating in the act. You had to bathe first, you had to be uncomfortable to perform it correctly, and it was the lowest someone could make themselves for another person. 

Considering that was Letizia's solid evidence for how to save a marriage, Leonor didn't know what to say. 

The puritan culture was embedded inside of her. The conversation was the most shocking thing she had openly heard someone talk about. Reading it already felt taboo, yet it was being presented to her in such a crass way. 

"I believe I will have to think about this further, my lady," Leonor admitted. 

However, she turned towards the marchioness only to find her passed out and breathing heavily on one of the large pillows that sat next to her on the couch. 

"Oh, dear," Leonor uttered, not knowing what to do at that point.