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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 · Fantasi
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Escaping the Beast

After all they did together, Desmond was somewhat amazed that Leonor could be self-conscious in front of him. 

However, that wasn't his main concern. He was worried about her physical state. 

Marks marred her breasts and neck. He didn't know that he had gotten so carried away by the taste of her skin but he felt awful. 

"Was I too rough with you?" he asked, horrified. "Please forgive me for being an animal. It wasn't my intention to hurt you." 

Leonor felt instant relief that his words weren't of ridicule but concern. It wasn't as if he ever treated her the way her father did, but the mental scars from being under someone's overly critical thumb were lifelong. 

"Of course not," Leonor argued. 

Her sapphire eyes dropped to her chest. She would have to look at her neck in a mirror later on.