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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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289 Chs

The Emotional vs The Lazy

The pathway between the main palace and the mage area was far more bearable when Leonor wore an outer coat and cloak. Even though the wind blew through and disturbed the heavy material of her cloak, it didn't affect her like it would if she wore a gown. 

There wasn't an inch of her uncovered except for her head, but it wasn't yet cold enough to wear a hood.

To her shock, as she passed the last quarter of the pathway before the mage area, she brushed past the last person she would have expected to see that morning–King Stephano. 

"Your Majesty," Leonor greeted. 

He didn't even acknowledge her and kept pressing forward. It was as if he didn't hear her at all. 

"Stephano," she said his name loud enough to call after him since he had moved away already a few paces. 

Hearing his name was a rarity and it was enough to take him from his thoughts. Stephano paused and turned to see where the voice came from.