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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

Waiting for Him

After seeing Desmond off despite how late it was, she returned to her room and warmed up in a bath. 

The hug they shared made her feel like he had confessed a lot to her without having to utter a word. Their hearts were communicating for the first time and it seemed they were on the same page.

He silently gave her permission so that she could fall into him and he would catch her.

Since the maids left Leonor to sit in the bath for a while, she sank lower until the warm water was up to her chin.

The hug wouldn't stop playing over and over again in her thoughts.

That wasn't the touch of someone who wanted to be her friend. He broke his promise of never touching her because he hated seeing her cry. 

One simple touch he initiated was enough to feel they were beyond the bounds of friendship. At the thoughts she was having, she knew she would feel warm regardless of whether she was in a bath or not.