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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

His Turn to Rest

Leonor was much more well-rested than when they arrived at the outpost as they were leaving. As the carriage pulled forward, she knew she wouldn't fall asleep anytime soon. 

The air was crisp but at least the carriage had been warmed up by hot stones in a compartment underneath the seats. Leonor felt comfortable enough to remove her cloak as she settled on the bench and watched the scenery pass them by. 

Dotted between thick evergreen trees were orange and red trees slowly losing their leaves. That morning was windy and she was sure many branches would soon be bare. It amazed her at how early things changed for autumn in Montclair. In Burien, things were likely still mostly green.

From the safety of Montclair Estate, Leonor hadn't gotten to experience autumn up close like that. Her eyes never stopped at all the beautiful colors. It felt like a painting surrounding the sloping road they took that brought them off of the mountain pass and to lower elevations.