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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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Wedding Night

The wedding night ahead weighed heavily on Leonor.

With the locket around Leonor's slender neck, she felt better. Since she left the homecoming parade empty-handed over a year before, she clung to memories and thoughts of a future she thought she was going to have.

Her nerves from the wedding caused her to check on the flower - something she rarely did for fear that she would harm it in some way. Finding it perfectly intact, she closed her eyes and breathed out a sigh. With a nod, she convinced her tears to halt and assured herself that she could continue forward no matter how uncertain the path ahead was.

Yet the moment she heard someone knock on the door, the self-soothing she had done was all for naught. She felt small and helpless once again.

What was her defensive magic compared to someone who had survived such a perilous battle? If he decided to hurt her, she wouldn't stand a chance.