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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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Social Climbing

Summers on the Burien coast were the most beautiful in all of Castille. The winds became more mild and the rain was rare. The turquoise waters along the rocky coastline leading down to soft sand beaches became less intense. 

These ideal temperatures made it so those from the hotter capital flocked towards the southern coast. A lot of Count Mikael's wealth was due to his ownership of the resorts in this area. 

Ranging from royals to commoners, anyone could summer there if they could afford it. However, only those with social standing could visit the Count's Manor and attend the gatherings he hosted. 

Tea parties were an unavoidable part of a noble society. While those who attended did so in their most beautiful clothing, their purposes were far less pretty. Gossip was shared and bred more gossip. Those who were trying to raise their standing had to be flawless as much as they had to be privy to everything.