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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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325 Chs

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The closer Leonor came to him, the more Desmond internally reeled.

As if she was fire herself, his heart raced and he felt like danger was close. She had a way of igniting all of his senses.

Even from how close she sat to him, he could smell her. When her hand raised and she reached for his face, the soap she used to bathe herself that day permeated his nose. He recalled her making fun of overly perfumed women and making sure her bathroom was only stocked with light-smelling scents.

They were subtle enough not to attract unwanted attention but he could pick out that scent in a crowd with little effort.

He stared at her in horror as she got even closer and he felt his core clench when her soft hand met the scarred side of his face. It was undoubtedly illuminated by the fire.

There was especially no hiding when Leonor pushed off his hood and he had to overcome his desire to escape.