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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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325 Chs

Past and Present Collide

The duke could only pull Leonor closer when their lips met. 

One hand went to the back of her head while the other held onto her waist and directed her so she was sitting on his outstretched legs. Her legs went over his right leg as she settled into his lap. 

Each time a kiss was broken, one began again. They fell into old habits of not getting enough of the other person. 

Leonor knew he must be able to feel her heart as it pounded away and tried to join his in his chest. It made her feel dizzy to enjoy a kiss with someone to such an extent. 

More, more, more, her body cried to her and she responded by holding him tighter and kissing him more fervently even if it made her breathless.

She was the one who started the kiss, but it was Desmond who took the lead just as before. All pretenses of nervousness dissipated and he remembered how passionate she made him feel.