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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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268 Chs

The Same Yet Different

When Leonor finally responded to Desmond, she was closer to the door than he thought she would be.

He realized she must have walked to him but wouldn't open the door.

His gloved hand covered her doorknob but he didn't turn it or push the door open–not when her voice was heavy with something he couldn't quite place.

Despite the secret she possibly learned that day, he was relieved to hear her talking to him at all. 

However, she said she wanted to be alone and Desmond put a fist against the door, willing that not to be the case. 

"I can't give you space right now," the duke admitted. "I'll sit here until you're ready to talk to me if that's what it takes." 

To Leonor's surprise, she heard a shift of material as the duke lowered himself to the floor in front of her door. She could hear his metal sword slide against the hard wood that the hallway floors were made of. 

If he was going to be stubborn, then so was she.