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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…

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What had happened?

Stephano wasn't particularly sure himself. 

The monarch stared into the slowly growing fire and gently swirled the wine around in his glass as he became contemplative.

He couldn't get the strange things Quinn had been saying out of his head. He called himself a bad friend a couple of days before. Then he considered himself too far gone. 

"I would have to understand what Quinn is thinking to tell you just what happened when we were sparring," Stephano admitted. "All I know is my perspective. I can give you that much." 

His golden hazel eyes broke away from the fire and he took a sip of the wine he had been aerating nervously.

"By all means," Leonor responded, unable to help her curiosity.