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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 · Fantaisie
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To Even the Score

Time was frozen for a few moments as Leonor stared down at Desmond who felt vulnerable from where he sat on the floor, halfway in Leonor's room while his long legs remained in the hallway. 

Desmond got to his feet easily and Leonor started backing away. 

She was confident before but seeing him in front of her for the first time since her realization about him, he was so much harder to face than usual. 

Unlike usual, the clothing he wore was pristine and militaristic. His coat was a deep green with golden stripes down the shoulders ending in ornamental epaulettes that swayed with each movement. He even wore medals she didn't normally see him wear. 

Overall, he was breathtaking, but his head was disappointingly hidden with a hood attached to a fur cloak covering one of his shoulders. He looked regal even though it likely wasn't his formalwear.