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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

Spoiling His Wife

Silk robes and the early morning sun. Hot tea with honey and a little bit of porridge. 

Leonor spent quite a while sitting on a cushioned stool in the bathroom while Beth fussed over her appearance. 

A maid from the hotel offered to feed Leonor her breakfast while she was occupied with getting ready to go to the palace, but Desmond soon appeared, insisting on taking that job himself. His appearance was enough to send the maid away quickly but Leonor thought her husband looked dashing. 

He wore a fitted dark green jacket that signified Montclair's forests they presided over together. Along his the right side of his chest were rows of medals, though the gold one with the Castillian Royal Family's crest stood out the most signifying his loyalty to the king. Underneath the jacket was a crisp high-collar white shirt clasped at his neck by a silver insignia that contained their house's sigil.