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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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306 Chs

Drunk Truth

The library had a sitting room that was set up with two couches on either side of a narrow table next to a massive fireplace that lit up the room without the need for candles. Once the fire was alive again, the room became hot enough that Leonor removed her shawl and tied up her hair with a ribbon. 

She settled into her couch, reading a book about Montclair and occasionally sipping out of the chalice that sat within arm's reach. 

Desmond did the same except his book was an account of monsters in the past. He couldn't imagine a world where they ran rampant.

To experience living in a time that felt like the battlefield did every day was a nightmare for him. However, morbid curiosity often got the better of him. At least he didn't have to read about fire or dragons which was where he drew the line.