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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

The Mishap

The water was only a few feet deep but Desmond was quick to jump in after her, disregarding all of the medals he wore and heavy material that would certainly get heavier once it was wet. 

All he could think of was being added to the list of those entrusted with ensuring she was safe and failing her. The list was long and she deserved much better from the people around her.

As he made it to her, he didn't know why she hadn't come up for air. Perhaps her dress was too heavy and she was weighed down. 

The moment he could reach her, he pulled her out of the water by her waist, but the moment she broke through the surface, she shouted, "My shoe!" and dove back in. 

He let out an even sigh and had no choice but to submerge completely and feel for the shoe she had certainly lost. When his hand met what he thought was a shoe, he felt the heel embedded in the muddy lakebed. The water was murky and slimy plants heavily lined the bottom of the lake.