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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

His for the Taking (R18)

The maids managed to clean up the room in the time Desmond and Leonor were in the library and he had to push down the blankets with one arm to place his wife in the soft pillows. 

For a moment, Desmond simply looked down at his beautiful wife. Her body was one he had seen countless times by that point but he would never get used to it or take it for granted. 

All he could think about was how he was incomparable to her yet she was offering him something so precious and trusted him to take care of her. The taste of her was still fresh on his tongue. 

He wanted to see how she would respond if he tasted her in broad daylight. Could he take her to the level she was at when she was uninhibited and drunk? There were times he had seen her completely forget about hiding her voice as she fell into the bounds of pleasure. 

He wanted that for her again before anything else could begin.