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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
Not enough ratings
289 Chs

Too Sensitive

While Desmond had always regarded Leonor as someone he desired from the very beginning, there was something about hearing her confess to Lady Alma that they had a vibrant life behind closed doors that ignited something within him. 

Perhaps his behavior from the night before was an indication of what he had been brewing. The second an opportunity presented itself to him, he forgot how to control himself. 

He had been dying to tell Leonor that he overheard what she said and he was interested in exploring whether or not there was meaning behind the words.

"On the eve of Lady Alma's last day in our home, I happened to be passing by a sitting room when I heard her shamelessly ask whether or not we would be blessing Montclair with an heir," Desmond admitted. 

He didn't need to say anymore. 

Leonor gasped in horror, and, yet again, her hands were over her open mouth as she stared at Desmond. She knew immediately what she had said.