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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

Make a Mistake Together

At one point, a moment like that would have been a dream for Quinn. For as long as he knew Stephano, he always wanted the man's undivided attention knowing he would never be able to have it. 

Why couldn't he have pursued him so fiercely when he wanted it and not when he was feeling hopeless and accepting a life where he had to move forward as his own man?

There was silence for a while and he felt Stephano lean into him. No longer was the monarch simply trapping him, but he had leaned into him enough that his chin was on the other man's shoulder. 

Quinn blamed it entirely on his sobriety or lack thereof. Otherwise, he wouldn't want to be close to him like that. 

"You ought to sleep this off, Your Majesty," Quinn uttered and he slipped his hands between the two of them so he could place them on the King's shoulders. "We can talk when you're in the right state of mind." 

Stephano entirely ignored the mage's words and his expression became anguished.