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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…

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Getting Carried Away

Leonor and Desmond found themselves wandering the halls of the palace. They soon came upon an empty sitting area that remained warm by the slowly dying fire. Although with the alcohol Desmond seemed intent on drinking, she likely wouldn't even notice the cold in a little while. 

Sure enough, Desmond uncorked the wine and he put it to his lips. When he was finished, he handed it to Leonor who did the same despite her initial hesitance.

"It feels wrong wearing such a dress like this and drinking wine so barbarically," she uttered. 

"Stoop to my level while no one is watching us," Desmond requested with a grin.

Leonor couldn't help grinning and accepted the cold wine.

They went back and forth with the bottle a few times and she could feel her face already starting to heat up. It was becoming dangerous. She was starting to feel shy because she was having strange thoughts in her head while she had her husband all to herself.