webnovel
#MAGIC
#WEAKTOSTRONG
#BETRAYAL
#REVENGE
#SWEETLOVE
#FATEDLOVE
#FIRSTLOVE
#ROYALFAMILY
#CHILDHOODSWEETHEARTS

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
Zu wenig Bewertungen
325 Chs
#MAGIC
#WEAKTOSTRONG
#BETRAYAL
#REVENGE
#SWEETLOVE
#FATEDLOVE
#FIRSTLOVE
#ROYALFAMILY
#CHILDHOODSWEETHEARTS
avataravatar

The Warmest in a While

Leonor felt peace she hadn't felt in ages. The bed she was in was comfortable and she could smell familiarity all around her. 

None of it made sense.

The last thing she remembered was being at her father's house where she was never truly comfortable. She grimaced and let out a groan of disagreement. She needed to be more alert but a massive headache behind her eyes made it hard to open them. 

The duchess rolled to the side and curled into a fetal position to protect herself. It was the only defensive move she could make. At that moment, she wasn't even sure if she could lift a shield around herself if she wanted to. 

She felt… depleted. 

"Leonor." 

The bed shifted next to her and strong arms wrapped around her. She knew right away who it was. 

"I can't believe it. You scared the hell out of me," her husband whispered under his breath.