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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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Black Magic

The smell of moisture was so familiar and the young duchess grimaced at that being the first thing she smelled as she woke up from her deep slumber. 

Her head was pounding and she could hardly remember what happened until she tried to move and the world spun around her.

With a gasp, she realized she was devoid of most of her mana. It was a feeling she was barely familiar with. After all, the only time she felt quite so bad was after healing Desmond against his will when he was hurt while proving his worth through a sword match. 

It hurt her head to move but, as she turned, she was enveloped in a scent that was more familiar to her and less petrifying. It was the scent of the love of her life. She would recognize it anywhere. 

"D-Desmond," she whispered. 

A lump formed in her throat. She couldn't see him but she knew who it was. The metal left her wrist and she realized she was finally getting out of there.