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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

Living Corpse

It felt bittersweet for Leonor to see her room which had been neglected for much of her teen years suddenly spotless with candles lit and a fire roaring in the small fireplace along the wall. 

While she was glad she hadn't seen it in the state the guards did, it felt awful knowing she had to throw her title around to get respect. How she wished she had a sensitive father who, despite having his wife taken from him, remained happy with what family he had left and was willing to do anything for them. 

Her thoughts drifted to her mother whose old storybooks sat on Leonor's shelf untouched but dusted unlike they used to be. In turn, her thoughts drifted to the man she ran into before leaving the palace.

Braulio de Marro. 

Blue eyes, neat dark hair, and pale skin. His military uniform was spotless but, unlike other military officers, he had a warm smile and gentle eyes.