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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 · ファンタジー
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An Angel Dressed as a Devil

That day, Prince Stephano wore a black ensemble that gave him an unapproachable appearance. Leonor had no desire to interact with him, but, as she sat across from him, she knew there was no other choice.

"You look pale" were the first words out of Prince Stephano's mouth after Leonor sat down to join him for afternoon tea. 

Leonor bowed her head in shame. 

"I'm sorry, Your Highness," she quickly apologized. "I have been staying inside because I haven't been feeling well." 

"Are the symptoms of whatever ails you bruises?" Stephano asked. 

Leonor gasped and she couldn't keep herself from holding the largest bruise that spread across her ribs. The Prince noticed immediately it wasn't the bruise he had witnessed when she curtsied for him. He wondered how many more were hidden under the guise of a beautiful dress so it would seem she wasn't mistreated. 

"I won't say anything unless you want me to," Stephano casually offered.