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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 · Fantasía
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An Assault to Her Ears

It wasn't the duchess with a low alcohol tolerance that got the women in trouble that evening, surprisingly. 

The conversation flowed smoothly after the first glass or two. It flowed even better after three and four, but Leonor began to pace herself, feeling her face was hot and body heavy. 

The women were at it so long that Desmond and Herbert eventually made their way to their wives when it was past dinner. 

"Will the two of you be joining us for the evening meal?" Herbert asked the women. 

Letizia had gotten more haughty the more she drank and, the moment her husband finished speaking, she responded with a huff. 

"I don't believe I will," she said. "I'm comfortable where I am." 

Leonor silently apologized to Desmond in the way her eyes communicated with him. She smiled faintly. 

"I will follow our gracious hostess' lead this evening," Leonor said. "We've been having an easy conversation."