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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

Not Feeling Studious

The day was as slow as Leonor wanted it to be. 

Beth was there to take care of her when she was out of her bath, but she requested to wear a more casual dress and no corset. It was nearly when she would eat lunch but she wasn't hungry and moving at a snail's pace. 

Her hair was loose around her shoulders and she wore a light blue dress with a square neckline. The sleeves were paned at the shoulders, giving them a slight puff and unique detail despite the overall plainness of the dress. The material was expensive, and the embroidery was detailed. It was suitable enough for a duchess but still more casual than anything she had worn that entire winterization trip. 

As she walked down the long hallways of the expansive estate, she wore a relaxed smile. She was content with seeing nobody until she passed a maid and asked where his grace had wound up that late morning.