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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

Suspicions Arise

Admittedly, Desmond woke up some mornings and got out of bed loudly to disturb Leonor enough that she would come with him to the palace or he could at least get to see her before he left.

However, the day of the Winter Solstice Ball was different because he was set to go to the palace for an early meeting. His attendance was required because nobles from even further stretches of Castille would be in attendance. It was the first time they would all be together since Stephano came into power. The historic meeting was a non-negotiable duty for the King.

While he was used to facing noblemen and could predict their responses to him, he wasn't used to having to hold himself back. Normally it came naturally, but considering Count Mikael von Burien would be there that day, rage slowly welled up inside of him.