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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

Highs to Lows

Leonor woke up early the following day. 

It was so early that the sun hadn't even breached the horizon and she decided to roll over and catch more sleep. 

However, as she did, she let out a light groan of pain. 

Her lower back was wrecked. When she lifted her arm to hold her back, her arm was destroyed as well. 

As she pulled her legs to her chest to curl into a ball of pain, those were sore as well and she groaned in defeat. 

"What is it?" Desmond asked, up with a startle, never having woken up like that before beside Leonor. 

"I'm so sore," she whined. 

The duke sat up and his eyebrow lowered as frustration overtook him. 

"Do I need to talk to Quinn?" he asked. "This doesn't seem right." 

Leonor peeked from the ball of pain she had hidden herself in and saw Desmond become palpably frustrated.