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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

Lock the Door (R18)

Clumsily, Leonor fell to the floor as she pushed herself off of Desmond and tried to get herself into a more appropriate position considering they were in someone else's house and it was the middle of the day. 

The maid was such a professional she didn't even hardly acknowledge the duchess having fallen to the floor, considering the duke was quick to help her back onto the couch and straighten out her skirts. 

"Forgive the interruption, your graces," the maid said, not missing a beat. "Marquess Herbert wanted me to alert his guests that he will be staying with the marchioness for the afternoon. She's sick to her stomach today. He plans to join you for dinner and he begs for your forgiveness, saying that the entire estate is yours to use however you please." 

Leonor softly cleared her throat. 

"Please be sure to tell him it's water under the bridge," Desmond spoke first. "I won't fault a man for taking care of his sick wife."